Saturday, October 4, 2014

Blog Tour: Beautifully Unnatural Collection

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Beautifully Unnatural Book Info:
Box Set Title: Beautifully Unnatural: A Young Adult Paranormal Boxed Set
Book Titles: Forbidden, Shaken, My Wolf’s Bane, Rise From Darkness
Author Names: Amy Miles, Susan Hatler, Veronica Blade, Ciara Knight
Publication Date: September 8th, 2014
Format: Ebook
Genres: Young Adult Paranormal

Amy Miles


Romania, 1689
    Roseline Dragomir peeks out from her hiding place behind the altar, searching for the man
who led her wedding guests to slaughter. From the moment she had been presented to him,
she saw evil in her suitor's eyes. His stance was firm, overbearing, and far too possessive for a
casual introduction. His skin was frightfully pale, his smile leering, as if she were a meal to
savor. She'd tried to warn her father against Vladimir Enescue's marriage proposal, but he was
blinded by Vladimir's vast wealth, a castle, and a bloodline to rival any in Romania.
    All her father got, in return, was a sword through his chest.
    Roseline's gaze darts about the room, flitting high over the lifeless faces that stare at the
ceiling. She dares not focus on any of them for fear of her nerve crumbling entirely.
    Her fourteen-year-old sister, Adela, trembles in her arms. Tight straw-blonde curls quiver
against her face; pink bows sit askew in her hair. Blood and soot smudge the freckles from her
heart-shaped face. Roseline must remain strong for her.
    Vladimir's older brother, Lucien, blocks their only exit. His maniacal gaze sweeps the aisles,
searching for survivors.
    The rectory at the front of the church was set ablaze during the massacre and acrid smoke
now hangs thick in the air. It coils into Roseline's lungs, grating against her throat. Small wisps
of smoke rise from the tips of her loosely curled bronze hair. She beats the embers against her
white corset, wincing at the blood that clings to her narrow waist and trails down to bare feet.
This blood came from her father.
    There is nowhere to go and no one left to help them. She and Adela are the only ones left
alive. Roseline's chest rises and falls rapidly, her pulse thumping in her ears as she fights back
tears. Her parents are gone. Her beloved brother and friends too. Her new husband has
murdered everyone she has ever cared for…except Adela. Roseline vows to do whatever it
takes to save her sister.
    The wailing cries of the dying faded away a few minutes ago, only to be replaced by an odd
slurping noise. Vladimir's giddy laughter ricochets off the church walls as he celebrates with his
    Roseline cradles her sister, lifting desperate prayers for protection heavenward. Fear seeps
into the marrow of her bones, rooting her in place. Where is Vladimir? Why has he not finished
them off yet?
    Wide baby-blue eyes stare up at Roseline. Adela's delicate fingers claw at her arms,
pleading with Roseline to flee. To make the bad men disappear. Oh, how she wishes this was
all just a terrible dream.

By Susan Hatler

If someone told me twenty-four hours ago that I’d be reading a suspected kidnapper’s mind, I

would’ve told them to stop sniffing glue. But, here Blondie Cop and I were, entering some dinky

room at the police station where a super cute guy was seated in a foldout chair.

What was I so worried about? I mean, if this was the suspect, I couldn’t wait to hold his

hand—er, get the 411 from him. He had deep green eyes, short brown hair spiked up in front,

and looked to be about thirty. He was dressed in a suit and tie. Out of my league, but a girl can

dream, can’t she?

Blondie gestured to the hottie. “Kylie, this is Sam Williams. He’s the detective on the case.”

Ah, so he’s not doing time. Guess that would account for the lack of a striped jumpsuit.

The detective glanced at me, then his face grew hard. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Collins.

This is the psychic you told me about? Some kid?”

I sucked in an outraged breath. “Kid? I just turned sixteen, thank you.” If we were in grade

school, Julie would’ve totally punched him out for me.

“The kid’s a minor. Or did you miss that fact?” He gestured to me even though we’d just

established I wasn’t a kid. “We could get in serious trouble for this.”

“It’s all under the radar, Sam. Nobody will find out. Besides, she’s the daughter of my—of a

trusted friend. If he thinks she can do this, then she can.”

Blondie didn’t look too sure, if you ask me.

It was irritating, them talking about me like I wasn’t there and him doubting what I could do.

Why else would I be here? Certainly not for my health. I’d almost rather be in school. Almost.

“It might help you to know that I used my mental telepathy,” figured it sounded better than peek-
a-boo brain, “four times yesterday and it worked like a charm.”

“Gee, now I’m convinced,” he said, flatly.

Blondie gave him an impatient look. “We have nothing else to go on, Sam. What’s it hurt to


I turned to Blondie, confused. “Aren’t you the one calling the shots here?”

Blondie shook her head. “Sam’s the detective on this case. When your dad contacted me

about your special capabilities,” she cleared her throat, “he made me promise to stay with you

the entire time you were helping on the case.”

So, she was my babysitter. Great.

The detective stood up and shook his head, obviously still skeptical. “I can’t believe I let you

talk me into this.”

“It’ll be fine. I promise.” She drew in an audible breath. “I’ll sneak the suspect in now.”

Suspect? My mind jolted back to the here, now, and danger of the situation. Actually, an

armed babysitter didn’t sound like the worst idea.

My Wolf’s Bane
By Veronica Blade

I tossed the makeup bag into my backpack, slung it over my shoulder and whipped open the door. Barreling out of the bathroom, I slammed into what felt like a walking boulder. I ricocheted off the human rock and my backpack hit the wall behind me, throwing me off balance and pitching me forward into the hard, linoleum tile.
My palms cushioned my fall, but I winced as pain spiked up my wrists. On all fours, I lifted my chin and peeked through my curtain of dark hair.
He wore a black tee that molded to his wide, muscular shoulders and jeans that fit over powerful legs. Wow. I’d thought my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend was cute, but this guy…
“You okay?” the hottie asked in a sexy, gravelly voice, stretching a hand toward me. His hand wrapped around mine and effortlessly pulled me up, as if I weighed no more than my calculus book. Maybe it was the throbbing in my limbs or the warmth of his hands on my elbows. Or maybe it was his earthy scent invading my senses, but a wave of dizziness hit me and I tipped forward.
His hands shot to my hips to steady me. “Easy there.”
I stared into his deep, green eyes as my palms rested on his hard biceps for support. Lord, he smelled good, like the forest after rain.
My breath hitched. 

Rise From Darkness

Ciara Knight

Chapter One
    Seagulls squawked above the endless blue sea and skimmed over the ocean, before
landing on the empty beach. Gabby sighed and returned to her work. With her already stained
finger, she smudged the gritty edge of the blue charcoal blob on her paper, mixing it with white
in an attempt to create the crest of a wave. Nothing helped. It still looked more like a dark alley
than a serene ocean. The picture lacked flare. She glanced down at her castoffs, fluttering in
the sand around her feet. All the pictures did. Everything she’d created in the last year was flat,
devoid of energy or life.
    Dejected, she stared down the beach, searching, hoping he’d be there today. She’d only
spotted him a few times. The image of his heavenly blue eye winking at her as he jogged by,
his light hair framing an arched brow, made the twinge of loneliness disappear. He appeared
around her age, sixteen, or maybe seventeen.
    Funny, she’d never had much time for boys since they moved so often, but there was
something different about him, a little ray of sunshine to brighten her dull day. But hope as she
might, the beach remained empty, except for the seagulls.
    Curling her toes in the coarse sand, she inhaled salty air. Heat pulsed along her skin and
instinctively she rubbed the jagged edges of the circular scar above her knee, a constant
reminder of the fatal car accident that had robbed her of her mother when she was only fifteen.
    Her father once referred to the scar as her Mitsubishi branding—three diamonds joined at
their points. Somehow, the car’s logo had branded her skin, yet to this day, she couldn’t figure
out how. Everything had happened so fast, like a blur. But she remembered the pain, and the
haunting smell of gasoline and burning rubber. While her injuries had healed, the loss tugging
at her heart was still raw.
    A tremor shot through. She closed her eyes as a dull burn coursed beneath her skin.
    She wouldn’t allow the visions back into her head. She’d already been locked up for telling
the doctors strange dark creatures caused their car accident, and she wasn’t going back to a
psych ward.
    Taking a deep breath, she tossed the charcoal stick into her art box and slammed it shut.
Hearing the little green happy pills she stashed amongst her art supplies rattle in their bottle,
she reached for the latch then shook her head and pulled away. They didn’t make the world a
better place. They only suppressed the sadness, leaving her feeling hollow and empty. She
was tired of avoidance. As sad and scary as it was, she had to start facing her past.

Author bios:

Amy Miles is the author of Forbidden, Reckoning, Redemption, Defiance Rising and Captivate. When she's not writing, Amy can be found traveling, cuddled up with a good book or beating her husband at Scrabble. 
Email: Twitter: @AmyMilesBooks Facebook: Amy Miles, Author

SUSAN HATLER is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, who writes humorous and emotional contemporary romance and young adult novels. Many of Susan's books have been translated into German, Spanish, and Italian. A natural optimist, she believes life is amazing, people are fascinating, and imagination is endless. She loves spending time with her characters and hopes you do, too.
You can reach Susan here:

Veronica Blade lives in Southern California with her husband and children. By day she runs the family business, but each night she slips away to spin her tales. She writes stories about young adults to relive her own childhood and to live vicariously through her characters. Except her heroes and heroines lead far more interesting lives  and they are always way hotter.
Author/Buy links:
Thrown to the Wolves buy link:   
My Wolf's Bane book trailer

Ciara Knight writes to 'Defy the Dark' with her young adult speculative fiction books. Her most recent Amazon best-seller, Escapement, book I of The Neuamrian Chronicles, released to acclaimed reviews securing a Night Owl Top Pick and five stars from InD'Tale Magazine.
When not writing, she enjoys reading all types of fiction. Some great literary influences in her life include Edgar Allen Poe, Shakespeare, Francine Rivers and J K Rowling.
Her first love, besides her family, reading, and writing, is travel. She's backpacked through Europe, visited orphanages in China, and landed in a helicopter on a glacier in Alaska.
Ciara is extremely sociable and can be found at Facebook @ciaraknightwrites, Twitter @ciaratknight, Goodreads, Pinterest, and her website

1 comment:

  1. I always love reading sets of books, so this sounds good. I loved reading through the excerpts because they are like a taster of what is to come. And that is definitely a lot of authors who contributed to these books ;)

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