Cover Reveal: The Collector by Victoria Scott

Ladies and gents, today I am thrilled to participate in the cover reveal for The Collector by Victoria Scott. Not only does the book sound awesome, it looks awesome as well. And if you’re not familiar with Ms. Scott via Goodreads or her blog, she is a huge supporter of book bloggers of all shapes and sizes. She’s one of the good guys, kids. And so, without further ado, here’s the cover!

I believe I’m getting the vapors.

About The Collector:

Dante Walker is flippin’ awesome, and he knows it. His good looks, killer charm, and stellar confidence have made him one of hell’s best—a soul collector. His job is simple, weed through humanity and label those round rears with a big red good or bad stamp. Old Saint Nick gets the good guys, and he gets the fun ones. Bag-and-tag.

Sealing souls is nothing personal. Dante’s an equal opportunity collector and doesn’t want it any other way. But he’ll have to adjust, because Boss Man has given him a new assignment:

Collect Charlie Cooper’s soul within 10 days.

Dante doesn’t know why Boss Man wants Charlie, nor does he care. This assignment means only one thing to him, and that’s a permanent ticket out of hell. But after Dante meets the quirky, Nerd Alert chick he’s come to collect—he realizes this assignment will test his abilities as a collector, and uncover emotions deeply buried.

A soul collector. I love books about soul collectors.

Victoria Scott is a YA writer with a die-hard affection for dark and humorous books. Her work is represented by the fabulous Laurie McLean of Larsen-Pomada literary agency. She has a master’s degree in marketing, and is a member of the Writers’ League of Texas and Teen Shiver.

Her first YA book, THE COLLECTOR, will be published by Entangled Teen in 2013. And her short story, FOUR HOUSES, is available now through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

She currently lives in Dallas with her husband, Ryan.

You can find more info at www.DanteWalker.com. And make sure to add it on Goodreads!

 

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Cover Reveal: On Demon Wings (Experiment In Terror #5) by Karina Halle

Book #5 in the ghost-hunting Experiment in Terror Series finally has a cover! Yay yay yay yay!

Oh, kids. I am very excited to have been invited to be a part of the cover reveal for the next book in the Experiment In Terror series by Karina Halle. And? AND! There is also an exclusive excerpt! If you didn’t see my review for the first book in the series I will let you know up front, I loved it. I’m currently reading the second book and loving it as well.  So without further ado, here’s the cover for On Demon Wings!

Everything has changed.

When the life you wanted has crumbled beneath your fingers, there’s nothing left to do but pick up the pieces and soldier on. You’ve done this before.

But what happens when you no longer feel like yourself anymore? When fires spontaneously start-up around you, when you hear growling coming from underneath your bed, and you no longer recognize your face in the mirror. What happens then?

Ghost-hunter Perry Palomino doesn’t have much time to find out. Now, the evil she used to hunt is a lot closer to home. It’s inside of her, taking over her life bit-by-terrifying bit, and there’s only one person who can help her.

If part of her doesn’t kill him first.

Isn’t that cover pretty? I like all of the blues and the greens and the creepy light in the back. It kind of gives me an X-Files vibe. And as we all know, the X-Files knew their creepy shit.

And here’s the special exclusive excerpt from On Demon Wings!

We turned our attention back to the stage as the guitarist blasted out a generic solo.
“What did you do today anyway?” he asked conversationally, eying my beer like a hungry dog. I took a sip and handed it to him again.
“Not much. I went for a jog. Then ran into someone I didn’t want to see.”
“Ooooh,” he said with wag of his eyebrows.
“She’s a girl.”
“Ooooooooh.”
“No, she has a girlfriend.”
“Triple ooooh!”
I laughed and punched Ash in his arm, causing his beer to spill out sideways and onto his skate shoes. He looked down with acute disappointment, probably more for his lost beer than his shoes.
“Well, I guess that’s a sign to get another one,” I said and turned to make my way to the bar.
His face lit up. “Get two this time!”
“Yeah, yeah.” I waved at him and squeezed my way through the crowd to the bar at the side of the room. With the concrete floors, fold-up tables and drinks kept in camping coolers, the whole venue had this “let’s throw a party in my parent’s basement” kind of vibe.
Of course when the music is bad, the drink lineup is longer. There were five people in front of me and the ordering was going slow. I was tapping my combat boots impatiently and adjusting my Mastodon shirt when the dread-locked girl in front of me turned around and gave me the eye.
“Nice shirt,” she said. I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not. Her voice was very low, almost manly. Her eyes were red.
Not because she’d been crying. Her actual pupils were red.
She was wearing vibrant red contacts with streaks of gold in them. They were beautiful but deadly-looking and sent a shiver down the back of my spine.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. I was suddenly very afraid and I didn’t know why. They were contacts, right?
She smiled, her red lips spreading slowly, until I saw all of her teeth.
Her very misshapen, sharp, dagger-like teeth.
Aside from the lipstick, she had the exact grin of a shark.
My eyes widened at the sight and a stabbing pain erupted from my stomach.
She continued smiling. A whiff of that foul, rotten smell that plagued the Port-Town bathroom came back and swirled around her, creating a wave of nausea throughout my body.
Then she took her eyes off of me and looked past my shoulder and smiled again. A tall, beefy man with long hair and a pentagram shirt walked up to her and put his arm around her shoulder.
“Hey babe,” he said. “Still waiting?”
She nodded and they both turned around so I was staring at the back of their heads and chatted to each other about how crap the band was.
For some reason I felt shaky at the incident and the stabbing in my stomach intensified. What the hell? Did that girl actually get her teeth shaped to look like that? Who in their right mind would do such a thing? My god, Portland was fucking weird sometimes.

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Add On Demon Wings to your GoodReads: On Demon Wings

Paperback, epub and mobi copies will be available May 13th at Amazon, Amazon Kindle and Smashwords. You can pick up the rest of the series, starting with Darkhouse, for just 99 cents:  Go forth and buy

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