Friday, June 21, 2013

Welcome, Sylah Sloan!

Welcome to Evernight Teen’s Summer Kick-off Blog Hop!

It’s a great opportunity to get to know Evernight Teen: Gritty Fiction for Today’s Young Adult. Our stories include fresh teen fiction that’s raw, gritty and real.

My spotlight is on Sylah Sloan’s Elysium


Meadow Caldwell is about to learn a very dark secret about herself.
When she is taken away from the only family she has ever known and thrust into the world of the paranormal, she learns not everything or everyone is what it seems.
Arcane Manor, a school for creatures of myth and lore, is all Meadow knows now. The only person she can rely on is herself in this strange, new world, especially with the secret of her true identity.
When Dr. Cadeon Frost, an enigmatic vampire, helps her unravel her past, Meadow finds herself falling for the quiet, intelligent doctor.
When she is thrust out of reality and into the arms of a mysterious man, she is trapped between the world she knows and one that nightmares are made of. It is up to her to stop not only an evil that threatens her, but everyone she cares for.
14+ for brief sexuality
“I’ve never been kissed.” I wasn’t looking for sympathy, not in the least, and I was probably embarrassing myself with my admission, but I wanted him to know. I wanted him to be the first guy I kissed. I wanted to share that experience with him. He didn’t speak, and I worried I had screwed up anything which might have been created between us. He almost had a troubled look on his face, but then he let out a deep breath, his hand going back to my face and his fingers trailing along my jaw.
“You’re so special, Meadow.” He whispered the words.
I didn’t feel special, not in the least, but I would have been lying if I didn’t admit that hearing him say those things about me had butterflies in my stomach. My eyes widened when I noticed his head coming closer. Oh my. This is it. He’s going to kiss me. I didn’t move and held my breath as he stopped an inch from my lips. It was torture, pure and simple. 
“Just a small kiss.”
I nodded and braced myself, as his lips pressed against mine. The setting was perfect, the kiss magical. He smelled so good, and I was being kissed for the first time in a romantic place. The beautiful flowers blooming all around me, their intoxicating scents surrounding us, just made the experience that much more incredible.
Soon that small kiss became more heated, and he cupped my cheeks with his hands. Whatever I had imagined it to be like to kiss, it had never compared to this. His lips on mine were demanding, yet soft, like he wanted to show me all the passion he had, but didn’t dare let loose. He pulled away and looked at me, his breathing as fast as my own. I was glad he had the same reaction to me, as I did to him.
He cleared his throat and sat back, running his hand through his hair and looking around. “We should get back.”
In a few short hours it would be dawn and even though I didn’t know if I would fry out in the sun, I wasn’t ready to test my luck. I nodded, letting him take my hand and getting tingles all over my body when our skin touched. We slowly made our way back to the Manor, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. He seemed more aloof, more distant, and I wondered if I had done something wrong. Had I pushed him into kissing me? Made him feel sorry for me and now he regretted doing it? He was older and maybe he feared he would get in trouble. I certainly considered the kiss innocent, but now felt shame for what we had done. I didn’t want him angry at me and worried about it.
He stopped before we reached the front doors, the wind blowing by us and ruffling his dark hair. “I’m sorry.” I tightened my coat, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
He knitted his brows and took a step towards me. “For what?”
“For the kiss. I didn’t tell you to make you feel sorry for me. I just, I don’t know, wanted you to know.” He didn’t say anything, his attention on the greenhouse.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m just frustrated with myself. I find it difficult to keep my control around you, but I should. I need to stay strong and levelheaded because it won’t do anyone any good if I let my emotions control me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I didn’t, but I nodded anyway. I kind of thought he was telling me he cared for me, which was what I deciphered back in the greenhouse. I was happy to know he couldn’t keep his control around me, but not so happy that he wanted to keep it. When he kissed me, he showed me a side of him that was wilder, more intense. It was another part of his life, a part more exciting. The kiss showed me what it could be like, what I had been missing this whole time. It sounded silly, even as I thought about it, but it was true. We stared at each other for another suspended moment and then he smiled.
“Goodnight, Meadow.” He turned, and I watched him walk away. I didn’t close my door until he was gone.
Elysium is available here!

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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Switching Gears

This morning I woke up two hours before my alarm was set to go off. I've been playing around with a new writing project that combines two of my favorite things - history and murder! Initially I was a little anxious to delve too deeply into this new novel idea because I've never tried to write a murder mystery before, but it's so much fun I just can't stop!

My main character, Dottie Lincoln, is a WAAC. What's a WAAC? She's a member of the Women's Auxiliary Army Corps.

The bill to create an American women's army was presented to Congress by Congresswoman Edith Nourse Rogers of Massachusetts in May 1941, but it wasn't until after the attack on Pearl Harbor that the bill garnered support. With some help from First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, the bill passed on May 14, 1942. The idea was for women  to fill non-combat positions, thus releasing men to the fighting front.  But these pioneering women were much more than 'glorified secretaries'. They bravely paved the way for a new kind of women's liberation.

My book is not a treatise on women in the American military, but I can't help sharing some of the fascinating facts I'm discovering about these first female American soldiers. I'll also be posting some cool information about Texas POW camps during World War II while I create my own fictional camp for my new novel!