BOOK HIGHLIGHT- Final Death (The Transhuman Chronicles #3) by Rose Garcia

Final Death by Rose Garcia

The Transhuman Chronicles #3

COMING APRIL 27th!!

Dominique has conquered the evil within her, only to find her one true love now has to kill her. Desperate to save her friends and loved ones from sharing her fate, Dominique ditches her companions in an effort to protect them. With Trent left for dead in the past, she has no idea that Infiniti and Fleet have banded together, facing their own adversity as they struggle to find her.

Sure of nothing, and trusting someone from her first life who promises to be on her side, Dominique decides to set out on her own mission: kill before being killed. With time running out and her friends in hot pursuit, Dominique is hell bent on finishing what was started nine lives ago. Or finally face her final death.

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Excerpt

The
18-wheeler lurched, and that’s when I noticed our speed. We were hauling. My
stomach dropped. Is this guy a
murderer? Whisking me away to his “death cabin” somewhere? My mind filled
with all the horror movies I’d ever watched. Goosebumps lined my skin.

I eyed the
speedometer—one hundred miles per hour! “Um, mister—”

“We gotta
get away from the bad guys, right?” he said with a wink.

I shuddered,
grossed out by his wink, when his phrase “bad guys” made me pause. When I had
hopped in his truck, I had made up a story about being afraid of my drunk
boyfriend. I never said anything about bad guys. I scooted away from him and
closer to the door. My hand connected with the door handle, and a shock stung
my fingers.

The man
chuckled, but I detected a hint of nervousness in his laugh. “The cold weather
always makes me shock myself,” he said, rubbing his thick fingertips together.

Trying to
act calm and not let on how freaked I was, I laughed back. “Um, yeah. The cold
weather.” I eyed the expansive road ahead of us. The only break in the darkness
was the white stripes streaking past down the middle of the asphalt. If I flung
open the door and jumped out of a speeding big rig going a hundred, I’d
probably die. If I stayed, I might get killed. And then I remembered Farrell
would eventually find me and end me anyway. So why should I care how I died? It
was a stupid thing to think about, picking a preferred means of death, but for
some reason I felt the need to get away from crazy grandpa.

The lock at
the top of the door was upright. That was good. I slipped my fingers around the
door handle and scooted closer to my exit, deciding to take my chances with a
stunt-move leap from the truck.

“Hey! What
are you doing?” the old man called out, catching on to my plan.

“Getting
away from YOU!” I pulled the handle and pushed, but nothing happened. It was
locked after all! I clawed at the top of the door and pulled at the metal
lever, but it wouldn’t budge!

“Not so
fast, Dom,” my driver, now abductor, warned.

My eyes
scanned the area around the console, looking for something I could use to
protect myself, when his words sank in. Did
he just call me Dom? My mind raced, trying to remember if I told him my
name, but I knew I hadn’t. Especially not that
name. And then, a whispering recognition of someone calling me Dom entered my
awareness, a memory lodged so deep in my brain it barely escaped.

I pressed up
against the door, the cool glass tingling the back of my head. “Who the hell
are you?”

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About the Author

Rose Garcia is a lawyer turned writer who's always been fascinated by science fiction and fantasy. From a very young age, she often had her nose buried in books about other-worlds, fantastical creatures, and life and death situations. More recently she's been intrigued by a blend of science fiction and reality, and the idea that some supernatural events are, indeed, very real. Fueled by her imagination, she created The Transhuman Chronicles--a series of books about people who have overcome human limitations.

Rose lives in Houston with her husband and two kids. You can visit Rose at www.rosegarciabooks.com

BOOK HIGHLIGHT: Stupid Boy (Stupid in Love #2) by Cindy Miles

Title: Stupid Boy


Author: Cindy Miles

Series: Stupid in Love #2

Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance

From Cindy Miles, bestselling new adult author of STUPID GIRL, comes the next installment of her blockbuster Stupid in Love series – STUPID BOY. 



Brax Jenkins and Olivia Beaumont are the most envied couple at Winston University—but the so-called “virginity dare,” orchestrated by Brax’s old fraternity, almost tore them apart. Now, a new dare is taking shape, and it’s sure to set emotions ablaze--more than ever before.



Winston’s “It Girl” Harper Belle isn’t just president of the Deltas--she’s also a master at keeping her ugly past a secret. So, when the Kappas’ dare hits closer to home for her more than anyone realizes, she devises a competition of her own as payback. Three sorority sisters will seek out a notorious womanizer on campus and--unbeknownst their “mark”--secretly train him to be the perfect boyfriend. Always up for a challenge, Harper targets the biggest player she can find: Brax’s wickedly handsome foster brother Kane McCarthy.



But, Harper discovers there’s much more to Kane than girls, games, and partying. His easy smile belies the quiet, old soul reflected in his deep brown eyes. All it takes is one night, one secret laid bare, and one kiss from Kane to shift Harper’s world on its axis. Suddenly, the girl who’s always walked a straight and narrow path can’t think of anything else except losing control.

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Excerpt

By the time I’d finished a very poor attempt at
studying for an Art test and exited the library, the tell-tale signs of pending
dusk had crept onto Winston’s manicured campus. The early November air felt
crisp against my cheeks as it whisked through, rustling the leaves and sending
several pirouetting to the ground to land in scattered colors on the grass like
some strange abstract stained glass. Knowing darkness would soon swallow
everything, I hurried to the campus coffee house and café that stayed open
until midnight. Inside, students sat at tables studying, their laptops open,
the light illuminating their faces and coffee cups by their sides. As I took my
place in line I selected my usual pre-packaged turkey sandwich and a bottle of
lemonade and stood, waiting to pay.

    “That’s all you’re eating?”

    I jumped at the voice behind me and turned to find Kane
there. Instantly, my insides froze. He gazed down at me, his hands shoved into
his pockets, those broad shoulders sort of hunching toward me, almost…cornering
me; his eyes as worn and soft as the leather jacket he wore.

    “Um, yes,” I answered. I gave a hesitant smile. “Not very
hungry, I guess.” What was he doing here? Suddenly I felt closed in—a feeling I
avoided at all costs.

    “So what’s good here?” he asked. His Boston accent was heavy
and void of the letter r, just like
Brax’s, only…softer. Quiet. The kind of voice that you had to pay close
attention to or else you’d miss what they were saying completely.

    I couldn’t believe he was talking to me. I shrugged,
pretended he didn’t bother me, and held up my sandwich. “Turkey?”

    He said nothing as he lifted three turkey sandwiches from
the cooler; his smoky gaze remained riveted to mine. Then, he bent his head
close. “Kane McCarthy.”

    I looked at him then, taken back by how his voice washed
over me and made my skin tingle. I forced myself to breathe; I wasn’t used to
being in this kind of situation. Guys just didn’t go out of their way to talk
to me. I made sure of it. But I didn’t balk. I mean, after all—Kane was my
potential reformation Dare. Right? Murphy’s words rushed back to me. Reform the barmy beast! I breathed.
Smiled. Pretended. “Harper Belle.”

    Again, his eyes softened, and as we stepped up to the
cashier he gave her a nod and inclined his head toward me. Before I could say a
word, the cashier had rung our orders up together, and Kane handed her a
twenty.

    I looked at him, embarrassed. “Oh no, really, that’s okay,
you don’t have to—”

    Kane’s eyes moved over me. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I do.”

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About Cindy

National bestselling author Cindy Miles writes edgy romance, ranging from contemporary love stories to sexy paranormals. A native of southern coastal Georgia, she loves reading (naturally), baking swoon-worthy desserts, traveling abroad, yoga, and classic rock. The cover for her upcoming New Adult romance, STUPID GIRL, was featured on USA Today’s Happily Ever After blog. In the novel, a volatile mix of bad boys, sassy smart girls, dark secrets, and red-hot romance add up to one wild ride through college.

Hang out with Cindy on her Facebook fan page at: https://www.facebook.com/officialcindymilesfanpage

Or check out her website: http://www.cindy-miles.com/

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BOOK HIGHLIGHT + GIVEAWAY: Sanctuary by Pauline Creeden

Title: Sanctuary

Author: Pauline Creeden

Genre: Apocalyptic/dystopian, clean NA

In a heart-racing thriller described as Falling Skies meets The Walking Dead, Jennie struggles to find a safe place for what’s left of her family. But it seems as though there is no place sacred, no place secure. First the aliens attacked the sun, making it dimmer, weaker, and half what it used to be. Then they attacked the water supply, killing one-third of Earth’s population with a bitter contaminate. And when they unleash a new terror on humankind, the victims will wish for death, but will not find it…When the world shatters to pieces around her, will Jennie find the strength she needs to keep going?

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Excerpt

Jennie filled the
glass and set it on the counter. She needed an ibuprofen.

As she reached up
to the top shelf in the pantry, a vibration started in her chest. Holding the
white bottle in her hand, she turned around confused.

Like a jet when it
flew too low, the rumble increased in intensity as it approached. Jennie
watched the glass tremble on the counter top for a moment before fear clenched
her stomach. “MOM!?”

She rushed to the
sink and looked out the window, but her mother wasn’t in the garden any more.
Jennie barreled through the kitchen, the vibrations in her chest like bass on a
stereo. “MOM?”

When Jennie
reached the back door, she saw them. Four large dog-like creatures with pinched
faces like bulldogs and lion-like manes. They snarled, and one of them leapt at
the window on the top half of the door when it saw her. Jennie jumped back and
fell hard on the cold tile floor. The bottle of painkiller bounced across the
kitchen tiles. The creature slammed against the window a second time, cracking
it. She blinked hard. Her heart sunk, and the hairs on her arms stood on end. A
horrendous gargling howl rent the air, causing a shiver down her spine. She
held her breath and waited for the creature to slam into the door again.

“What on earth?”
she whispered to herself.

When the third
attempt never came, she scrambled toward the door. Blinking hard, she used the
door knob to help herself stand. Out the cracked window, her mother was still
out of sight, but the last of the dogs headed across the field behind her
backyard.

“MOM?” Jennie
called out.

The rumbling
faded, and the vibrations in her chest receded with the dogs. She pulled open
the door and rushed onto their back deck. “Mom, where are you?”

When she reached
the banister, she looked over the side. Her mom lay sprawled with one hand on
the lattice. Blood gushed from Mom’s leg and her opposite arm. Jennie’s ears
rang and flooded with every beat of her heart.

Jennie didn’t know
how she got to the second floor of her house, but she found herself shaking her
sleeping father. How had he slept through the rumbling? “Outside, it’s Mom…”

Her father leapt
from the bed. Mickey, her little brother, lay asleep and undisturbed. Dad ran
down the stairs and outside in his flannel pajama bottoms and white t-shirt. He
scooped Mom up to his chest and carried her inside. Blood stained his shirt in
crimson.

“Jennie, call
911!”  Her father had said it at least
three times before it finally registered in her brain.

She pulled the
cell phone from her pocket, but it refused to connect. With a groan, she
grabbed the cordless from the wall receiver, glad her heart stopped pounding in
her head so she could hear.

“All operators are
busy at this time,” a mechanical voice deadpanned, “Please stay on the line,
and the next available operator will take your call.”

“They have me on
hold, Dad. Should I hang up and try again?” She held the phone in both hands
away from her face.

“No, just stay on
the line.” Her father lifted the shredded jeans from Mom’s leg. “It looks like
a shark bite. What on earth happened?”

Jennie took in the
damage through tear-filled eyes. A huge chunk was taken from her mother’s calf,
exposing the fibrous tendons that covered the bone in her leg. A bloodstain
grew on the beige couch. Was she going to die? Panic rose up.

“What happened,
Jennie?”

“I...I...They
looked like lions, or dogs, or something. The rumbling shook the whole house…I
tried to go outside to get Mom, but—” A sob blocked her throat.

Her father grabbed
a throw pillow and held it against the leg. Mom’s exposed forearm laid across
her chest in much the same condition as her calf.

“Grab me the duct
tape.”

Jennie suddenly
remembered the phone, put it back to her ear, and headed to the hall closet.
She reached for the shelf above the jackets and grabbed the junk basket next to
the toolbox.

“Please stay on
the line. An operator will be with you shortly.”

She shoved the
phone in the crook of her neck and fished through the box.  Half the contents dropped around her feet. Who cares? When her fingers wrapped
around the silver duct tape, a short-lived relief sent prickles down her arms.
But the urgency gripped her chest in less than a heart beat, and she threw the
junk basket on the ground with the rest of the items.

“Hurry, Jennie!”
her father called from the living room. “And turn on the TV. Maybe they’ll have
something about what’s going on.”

She handed her
father the tape and turned toward the TV. The mechanical voice on the phone
came through again, followed by more easy listening.

When she clicked
on the TV, the shouting and wailing began before the picture warmed up on the
screen. A sideways picture of New York
City broke through, with the shaky voice of the
newscaster voicing over.

“What we are
watching now – I can’t believe it – is live footage of Times
Square,” the newscaster’s voice paused for a deep breath. “We’ve
lost our man on the scene and his camera man to what appears to be some kind of
new alien creature. Just a short half-hour ago, the doors to the ship that
hovered above Central Park opened and these
dog-like creatures flooded out.”

Jennie couldn’t
pull her eyes from the screen. She straightened and dropped the phone on the
hardwood. The battery popped out and skidded across the floor.

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About Pauline

In simple language, Pauline Creeden creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long. Pauline is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy.



Armored Hearts, her joint effort with author Melissa Turner Lee, has been awarded the Crowned Heart for Excellence by InDtale Magazine. It is also the 2013 Book Junkie's Choice Winner in Historical Fiction. Her debut novel, Sanctuary, won 1st Place Christian YA Title 2013 Dante Rosetti Award and 2014 Reader's Choice Gold Award for Best YA Horror Novel.

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