YA Storytellers Fun Friday: A Supernatural This or That with Heather Hildenbrand!

Fun Fridays

A Supernatural This or That!
This week is “host a storyteller” post, which I’m super excited about because I love getting to know other authors. I was lucky enough to get paired with Heather Hildenbrand, who is SO sweet (she called me gorgeous, teehee! You wanna talk beauty, hoo wee, that girl is gorg!) and talk about a wickedly fantastic sense of humor. Her answers to our Q&A are hysterical! For my answers, you’ll have to visit Heather’s blog here!


1. The one you choose lives. The one you don’t is stuck with Elena forever: Stefan or Damon?
I choose Stefan. Mostly because I’ve done the bad boy thing and I really don’t want to have to worry about whether my boyfriend killed anybody today. Seems kind of exhausting.


2. You have to pick one meal for the rest of your life: Blood-sucking or face-eating?
Face-eating seems more filling. I don’t even like soup.


3. Flying or mind-reading? Flying!! In the meantime, I ride motorcycles.


4. Do you want to attack Mordor (Lord of the Rings) or take on an entire army of Death Eaters?
Mordor for sure. As long as I don’t have to run with those little hobbit-feet.


5. You’re in Wonderland and you have to choose: would you eat the cake or drink the juice?
Cake! For some reason, magical food is so much more trustworthy than magical drink. #feelslikearoofy


6. Let’s say you’re thrown into the Hunger Games – what weapon do you go for, bow and arrow or big sword?
Bow and arrow. I don’t want to have to get within touching distance of my enemy.


7. The Winchester brothers take you on a hunt and decide to split up – go with Dean or Sam?
Okay, don’t unfriend me. I don’t watch this show. It’s too scary! #chicken But from the little bits I’ve seen of it, I would choose Sam. He’s the #niceguy isn’t he? #mytype


8. Out of all the Deathly Hallows, which one would you keep: Cloak, Wand, or Stone?
Cloak! Idk why. I like jackets.


9. The power to wield and control fire or ability to transport anywhere at your will?
TRANSPORT!! I hate rush hour traffic. If I didn’t work from home, I’d probably have to be a stripper. So I could work nights. #notrafficatfouram #winning


10. Witchy powers or ability to help ghosts move on to their next life?
Witchy powers. I’ve been tinkering with Wicca for a bit. It started out as research for a book and now I just love the energy of it and the respect for/admiration of nature!


 About Heather:

Heather Hildenbrand was born and raised in a small town in northern Virginia where she was homeschooled through high school. Since 2011, she’s published more than eight YA & NA novels including the bestselling Dirty Blood series. She splits her time between coastal Virginia and the island of Guam and loves having a mobile career and outrageous lifestyle of living in two places.

Heather is also a publishing and success coach bent on equipping and educating artists who call themselves authors. She loves teaching fellow writers how to create the same freedom-based lifestyle she enjoys. For more information visitwww.phoenixauthorink.com and find out how to create your own OutRAGEous Life.
She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.
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YA Storytellers Fun Friday: Romantic Excerpts

Today’s Fun Friday with the YA Storytellers is all about Valentine’s Day. We’re showing off romantic excerpts and I want to share a scene between Ruby and Cooper from my second book WITCH HEARTS.

Be sure to see all the other exciting things going on with these great authors over at the YA Storytellers site!

I don’t think a lot of detail is needed to see what’s happening between Cooper and Ruby, but just in case: Courtney, Ruby’s best friend and Cooper’s little sister, was murdered by a serial killer for her witchy powers. When  the killer sets his sights on Ruby, Cooper will do anything to keep her safe, including temporarily moving into her apartment. Cooper is also a witch who has a special talent with dreams.

Hope you enjoy the romance! I’m celebrating the day of love  snowed in at home and loving every moment 🙂 Happy Valentine’s Day!


Coop scooted next to her, situated it so that they sat face to face, touching knees. He took one of her hands and cupped his free hand around the back of her neck. Inches from her face, he whispered, “Close your eyes.”

Ruby did so, tried to keep her breathing even. Her concentration might be shot with him this close to her. She’d never felt so aware of her own movements, her desire making every inch of her skin tingle. His warm hands on her, her eyes closed, the tension held steady as he remained where he sat. After three agonizing seconds, Ruby gave up. She leaned in, pressed her lips against his and melted. Cooper pulled her in and held her tight, deepening the kiss.

Then Ruby opened her eyes and found herself still inches away from Coop. His hands still on her neck and hand, he stared intently at her, as though nothing had happened. Then his right eyebrow raised up in a way that said he knew, but she didn’t follow. If they hadn’t kissed, had she hallucinated the whole thing?

“I just showed you one of my dreams through touch,” he said, not moving. Ruby forced her gaze away from his long eyelashes as she comprehended.

“You dreamt we kissed?”

“You’re not surprised I can show you a dream?” he asked. “I definitely thought that would be the bigger question here.”

“Oh, that part’s cool and all,” she hastily replied.

The damage done, that old smile crossed his face, his tone coy. “Do you want to kiss me?”

“No,” her answer came without thinking, “I want you to kiss me.”

Without hesitation, Cooper leaned in, pressing his lips to hers and Ruby, for lack of any other words, saw fireworks. His warm hands brushed through her hair, pulled her into him. His facial stubble scratched her skin as his lips burned a trail down her throat and back to her mouth.

A groan left him as he pulled away. “This isn’t how…I only want to protect you. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened. I can’t lose you, too.”

She ignored him, leaned in to kiss him and he pulled back further. She pursed her lips. “You can’t keep watch on me forever. You’re not responsible for me – I’m not your sister.”

“Oh, believe me,” he whispered back, his low tone sending shivers up Ruby’s spine, “I’ve always known that, now more than ever.”

His green eyes drank in every inch of her face and the fire in Ruby’s belly took over. She’d waited long enough; the words spilled from her lips before she could stop herself.

“Are you sure you want this?” she asked, a bit breathless.

“Ruby, I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.”

His hands were on her face as he kissed her, then quickly moved down her body. A little sigh escaped her. He responded by picking her up and carrying her straight to the bedroom.

YA Storytellers: Authors Interviewing Authors

Today’s post for the YA Storytellers Society is a fun one – authors interviewing authors! And today I have the fabulous Melissa Pearl!!

To see all the other interviews, be sure to see our website (link above), follow us on Twitter or fan us on Facebook! WIthout further ado, here’s my interview with Melissa Pearl 🙂

Melissa Pearl

(You can find Melissa on Twitter here or fan her on Facebook here. Make sure to keep up with her amazing books!)

What would you find in your refrigerator right now?

Not much! I have to go shopping!! But there is always a bottle of ketchup, at least half a block of cheddar cheese, a pitcher of cold water and a carton of pineapple juice.

If you could wave a magic wand and have any career (besides writing) what would it be?

Hmmmmm – something to do with working on a movie set….producer would be fun, but I’d also take make-up artist…that’d be super cool too 🙂

What inspires you out of writer’s block?

Going for a walk, taking a shower or cooking something. Those three tasks just seem to get my brain ticking over problems 🙂

If someone wrote a biography about you, what do you think the title should be?

Um – eeepppp!! Not sure! How about: The Girl Who Couldn’t Stop Dreaming

If you took the aptitude test from Divergent, which faction would you be assigned to?

I haven’t read Divergent! I know, I know, I’m terrible.

Which of your characters is most like you?

Caitlyn Davis probably. She’s coming up in my new series – The Masks Series. True Colors is being released February 16th, 2014. Out of all the characters I’ve written, I’m definitely most like her. But all my characters have a small piece of me inside them 🙂

What is your favorite 80s movie? 

Probably 16 Candles, but I also love The Goonies 🙂

Describe yourself as a teenager.

Slightly chubby, braces, shy, only confident around family and close friends, useless at sport… I used music and my imagination to get me through a bunch of tough times at school.

Current works or upcoming releases?
I have a few in the pipeline….

Feb 16th – True Colors, The Masks Series #1 is coming out. This series is about a girl who is gifted the ability to read people’s emotions. It throws her into a scary world where she can suddenly see everybody’s hidden demons and a few things she just cannot ignore. We are celebrating the release with a Masquerade Ball if people would like to join – giveaways, competitions and the chance to pick up a copy of the book for only 99c! https://www.facebook.com/events/468910383213992/

I also have another series coming out in the first half of 2014. It is a 2-book series – I Know Lucy and Set Me Free about a boy who is falling in love with the mysterious new girl at school, but he keeps finding out things about her, which make him question who she really is. How do you fall in love with someone when all the evidence suggests she’s a lying thief?

Currently I am running a big Christmas Giveaway, if you’d like to be a part of that, you can check out details on my blog: http://melissapearl.blogspot.com

Future plans?

The above three books I mentioned are being published by Evatopia Press. I’m so excited to be working with them. My plans for 2014 are to produce four books with them and then two of my own books as well. I have a new Contemporary Romance series (stand alone novels) that I want to start next year and I also have another story that’s been close to my heart for a while, which I might try publish at Christmas time.

I have also been invited to be a panelist at utopYA 2014 so I will be traveling to the States in June, which I am SOOOOOO excited about 🙂

YA Storytellers Fun Friday: Creepy & Lovin’ It (Special Excerpt)


Hey folks! Today my new group, the YA Storytellers, are having Fun Friday! The theme for today is creepy excerpts, and boy do I have a few of those! Below you’ll find an excerpt from my second book WITCH HEARTS. I hope you enjoy it and please go check out the other storytellers and their amazing excerpts that’ll give you the heebie-jeebies!


Ruby stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the note on her door. Cooper would’ve gone straight to the bookshop to talk to her or at the very least texted her about leaving the apartment.  She knew without looking that this was a second note from Courtney’s killer. Ruby’s wards were all still in their proper place, it seemed, so at least he hadn’t broken in again. She walked to her door and read the spidery handwriting.

Dearest Ruby, 

While we’re still not quite ready to meet, I wanted to extend an offer of good faith. I believe you’re missing something and as it is no longer of use to me, I want to give you a chance to get it back. Perhaps you might even find something valuable with it. Go to 324 Broadway View; inside you will find Courtney’s Book of Shadows. Come alone or I’ll know we can’t trust one another and you’ll never see her book again. -X

Ruby’s stomach fell somewhere around her knees. That psycho wanted to get her alone? Cooper and Officer Marshall would never agree to it. Ruby had to get Courtney’s magic book back; Cooper had his copy passed down from his father, but Ruby still felt she owed their family both copies. If this was the only way to get it back, she didn’t have much of a choice.

She turned on her heel and went back down to her car before she could change her mind; Cooper might be inside her apartment and she couldn’t risk him finding out the plan or he’d go berserk. Ruby appreciated his protective nature, but after three years of Michael’s behavior, she would no longer be told what to do by anyone.

Broadway View wasn’t too far from Michael’s. His historic district was nice, but eight blocks past that, the money stopped. Ruby used to pass the area on the way to work and knew it was an older, worn-down neighborhood. On her way out, she spotted Cooper’s bike sitting in her parking lot and she hurried to get out of the vicinity.

Fifteen minutes later, she sat outside of 324 Broadway View, a dilapidated house on the corner. Peeling paint and broken shutters were the least of its problems; half the porch roof was falling in and Ruby might need a machete to get through the yard. She grimaced, thinking she might just need a machete, period.

Courtney’s Book of Shadows is in there, she told herself.

Then another voice chimed in: What if it’s not?

A chill went down her spine at the thought. She could very well be stepping into the killer’s trap, practically serving herself up on a silver platter to him by showing up here alone. She took a deep breath, Courtney’s face coming to her mind. She needed to get that book back.

“What if it really is in there? You’d risk losing it forever because you’re a wuss?” she wondered aloud. The price for her cowardice was too steep.

Ruby shook her head and got out of the car, steeling herself for whatever may happen. She walked up to the front door, careful to avoid the roof debris. A note stuck to the door read Leave your things in the car, but Ruby had already locked them in the trunk and so she pushed forward.

The front door opened with a terrible creak and she stepped inside. She couldn’t see much of anything, thanks to the covered up windows. What little she could make out was covered in thick layers of dust. The air felt stale with rot; animals had come in at some point to stink the place up and Ruby said a small prayer to the goddess that no creature would pop out and scare her to death. She’d stashed a crystal in her pocket, but the house had no electricity to borrow. Without even her phone to light the way, Ruby would have a difficult time locating Courtney’s spell book.

She thought hard for a second, letting her eyes adjust to the light. After another moment, she lifted up her hand, breathing into her palm as she whispered:

“To find an object in darkest day,
One must simply light the way
Give me flame so that I may see
And once it’s done blessed be.”

A large, glowing flame appeared in Ruby’s hand as though her palm itself were the lighter. Ruby smiled, rather pleased despite the circumstances and crept her way forward using the firelight.

Things seemed warmer in the golden glow, but the place was still a wreck. Ruby admitted she was glad not to see much around her, as her need for cleanliness might kick in otherwise. Pieces of furniture were strewn about and Ruby could see the crawl space below the broken wooden floor in more than a few spots. Making her way around each table or chair in every room, she gave a thorough look at everything, but no book appeared.

Ruby heard a rattling noise coming from the back area that at one time must have been a sun room. Twilight peeked through some of the boarded up windows and she held her flame farther out to see better. Still nothing moved and Ruby had almost given up when she heard a fluttering sound. She crept forward to the back door, held her breath to listen for any footsteps. A door to her left lay ajar and she put her hand on the knob and pushed it open.

A shape came at her, flying and flapping around her head and Ruby yelped, swinging her hands around her head to deter her attacker. Gasping for breath, she saw the culprit, a lone pigeon that had gotten stuck inside the large, empty closet. He now strutted on the floor, ruffling his feathers and glaring at her with beady little black eyes. Hand over her pounding heart, Ruby sucked in a deep breath and tried to calm down.

“Lucky I didn’t catch myself on fire, damn creatures popping out of crevices.” She turned to head into another room, still grumbling to herself. “Where’s Aziza when I need her?”

The floor groaning beneath her weight, she continued her search on the first floor. After completing the front rooms and kitchen, Ruby looked up at the decrepit steps in doubt. It seemed unlikely anyone could get up those, much less get back down and have another person be successful too. Surely this nutjob didn’t mean for the steps to collapse in and kill her before he could, right?

A noise from behind Ruby made her pivot, throwing her hand out in front of her to see better. She held her breath and only silence replied. Walking forward in the hallway, she saw a door she missed earlier. Using her boot, she swung it open, bracing herself for more pigeons or bats or other awful things. Nothing flew out at her, so she leaned forward to see.

Her heart dropped. It was, naturally, the basement. The dark and creepy basement of a house about to implode on itself. This seemed way more the psycho’s speed.

“Easy pickings. Just bury me alive and come back later for the heart,” Ruby muttered.

She didn’t try to hide her annoyed sigh and began the slow decline. She was surprised to find a relatively sturdy staircase and made it to the bottom without any broken steps or limbs. Even with the bright glowing flame in her hand, the pitch black basement gave her the ultimate creeps. She waited for her life to flash before her eyes since part of her expected the killer to jump out and grab her.

She took a few more blind steps forward. Finally, her foot bumped into something. Pausing, Ruby brought her flame out, but there was nothing in front of her. Confused, she looked around, still finding nothing. When she lowered her hand, however, the flame caught a light that winked at her and her body froze. She had to force her palm downward and found the shiny something was the glittering silver pendant on the front of Courtney’s Book of Shadows.

Relieved, Ruby reached down to grab it and discovered it was sitting on something. She picked the book up and her hands felt sticky. Curious, she brought the flame in for a better look and her breath caught in her throat. The back of the spell book – and now her hand – were covered in a congealed red substance.

“Please be paint. Please be paint.” She squeezed her eyes shut as she whispered, knowing she was wrong.

Taking a deep breath, she lowered her hand to see where it had come from. Dots swam in front of her eyes as they adjusted to find red blood all over naked, stark white skin.

A whistling noise, like wind sweeping through the room, sounded and she distinctly heard a whisper that floated through the darkness to her. Her hair ruffled as the breeze called out her name. “Ruby…help.”