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Help me spread the word? Sign up for my book blitz…Please :)

My book is coming out in 9 days. Nine Days. *breathes deeply* *runs in circle* *breathes deeply*

And hmm it’s only $0.99 for now (Amazon, B&N, Kobo, iTunes)…

If you’d like to help me spread the word, I would be forever grateful…You can tweet, blog, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr…or whatever else your heart desires (as long as there is a link :P)

And everyone signing up can choose to be entered to win a $5 Amazon gift card…

And everyone signing up will receive – if they wish an e-copy of A Summer Like No Other.

And everyone signing up will have my eternal gratitude 🙂

 

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Soooo happy for this COVER REVEAL (and there is a giveaway too!)

Those are happy days for cover reveals. Yesterday, B&N revealed the cover of Jessica Love’s IN REAL LIFE (and it is gorgeous) and today, I am so excited for you all to see the cover of Riley Edgewood’s latest book: TRUTH & TEMPTATION.

Disclaimer: I absolutely love Riley’s writing. And her. She’s amazing all around and her books are not only sexy (because they are. Oh yes, they are) but they are also full of gorgeous prose and feelings and characters that you want to hang out with.

I am so looking forward to reading TRUTH & TEMPTATION (and other disclaimer: I am going to do that before it is released and yes, you can be jealous :))

And now the cover! Isn’t it gorgeous? And there’s a giveaway too! Scroll down for ALL details 🙂

Truth and Temptation

TRUTH & TEMPTATION:

She’s a liar. He knows the truth.

Teagan Walker gets around. Ask anyone—hell, ask her. She’ll own it with a smile. But beneath that smile is a girl whose parents didn’t want her. Whose grandparents raised her without affection. Whose struggle with a burning anger threatens to consume her, though she’d rather punch someone in the face than talk about it. With a new job looming, she’s determined to work her way into a better life. When she meets the sexiest guy she’s ever seen, she decides to kick it off with a bang. And she makes her move.

But he’s got moves of his own, and before the night is out, he strips her of way more than she means to reveal—without removing a single piece of clothing. That comes, too, of course. He’s gotten under her skin like nobody before him, and what’s the harm in one night with a sexy stranger? Exposed or not, she never has to see him again.

Except she does.

On Monday morning, they come face-to-face. He’s the son of her new CEO—and he threatens to bring her entire world crashing down, making her face every lie she’s ever told.

Truth & Temptation is the third standalone book in Riley Edgewood’s Summer Love series. 

SALES INFORMATION:

Truth & Temptation is available for preorder now—at a discount for preorder only, $2.99! The book releases on July 23, 2015.

PREORDER GIVEAWAY: 

Preorder giveaway

http://smarturl.it/TTPG

 

  • Every (EVERY!) person who enters will receive a signed TRUTH & TEMPTATION bookmark! (US only)
  • Ten (10) winners* will receive a Summer Love series pin! (US only)
  • Four (4) winners* will receive a Summer Love series tote bag! (International!)
  • Three (3) winners* will receive a signed paperback of TRUTH & TEMPTATION–and an e-copy will be sent to a friend of their choice! (International!)
  • One (1) winner* will receive a $50 Amazon gift card! (International!)

ALSO AVAILABLE:

 

 

surf and surrender

She wants to forget he ever existed.


He’d never give up her memory.

Rock & ReleaseSexy guitarist or international rock
star —who would you choose?

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

RileyRiley lives in Northern Virginia and spends most of her time with her characters, playing with her toddler and husband, and pretending she knows how to be an adult. Former dancer. Current writer. Lifelong lover of accessories, books, and the beach. And cats. Can’t forget the kitties. Of which she has two.

Sign up for Riley’s newsletter and never miss out on new book releases or other fun things: http://smarturl.it/rileynewsletter

You can also find her online–make sure to say hello! She loves to hear from her readers.

 

Books, personal, What´s Up Wednesday, writing

What´s up Wednesday? The Happy Anniversary edition :-)

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What´s up Wednesday is the brainchild of Jaime and Erin. It´s a weekly meme geared toward readers and writers, allowing us to touch base with blog friends and let them know what’s up. Should you wish to join, make sure to leave a link to your What’s Up Wednesday post in the widget on Jaime´s blog or Erin‘s blog.

What I´m reading

Only a few pages in and loving it!

What I’m Writing

I am outlining ALWAYS SECOND BEST. Outlining, me? I know it sounds crazy. But I´m basically just getting to know my story even better before diving into the drafting.
I am using OUTLINING YOUR NOVEL to learn and so far I can already feel my story getting better even before drafting!

What else I´ve been up to

Finalized the paperwork for the visa and made our appointment with the Consulate for the beginning of September. Crossing my fingers.
Celebrated my 33rd birthday on Monday and it was lovely!
And…prepping for my first #Selfpub Corner post this Friday (to know more about it, you can click on the little button :-))
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What inspires me right now

My husband and our anniversary.

Together for almost 10 years, married for 3…and so so happy!

As I wrote in One, Two, Three’s acknowledgements:

Thank you to my husband, The Chemical Engineer, Alex, (I had another nickname here but he kind of made a face when I mentioned it would be in the acknowledgments…so I’ll just keep it to myself :-)). I would need to write an entire series to explain how amazing you are, and I’m not even sure I could find the words. Thanks for believing in me. Always. (And for taking care of everything while I’m typing away).

I love you!

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I can’t wait to check all your posts and see what you’ve been up to 🙂

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A little release day recap…and a BIG THANK YOU!

First of all, THANK YOU!!! Thank you, thank you, thankkkkkk you! I have received so many encouraging words and so much support! I am really grateful!

Thank you ❤

Because my husband knows me oh so well and because he is amazing, he took me to Waffle House for breakfast on Thursday. And it was YUMMY!

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I also had a few cocktails…and enjoyed myself. Honestly, it felt all so SURREAL.

The next day, we continued the celebration by going to an awesome restaurant, which served the best shrimp and key lime pie EVER.

That's one big margarita.
That’s one big margarita.
YUMMMMM!
YUMMMMM!

And we went to have some fun on the Pleasure Pier where they had some cool riders. We went on several of them and it totally reminded me of a scene in ONE, TWO, THREE.

 

I am already looking at the next step, at the next book I will release, at the next promo event…but I am also starting to realize slowly but surely that “Hey, I’m a published author” 🙂

 

 

 

 

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Exclusive: First chapter of ONE TWO THREE

ONE TCover 3WO THREE is coming out on June 26th…Yesterday, I received my copy edits from the wonderful Danielle and Lorrie from Double Vision Editorial. It’s surreal and crazy and insane and amazing and I cannot wait for my little story to find its way onto the world. As soon as I’m done with copy editing, it will go off to formatting and then the first e-ARCs and ARCs will find their first readers.

Today, I’m sharing an exclusive preview: the entire first chapter of ONE TWO THREE…There might still be a few typos, they will be corrected for the final version.

 

Chapter 1

Chopin’s music is the soundtrack of my life.

Papa played his most heart-wrenching waltzes, Mama used his nocturnes as lullabies when I was little, and my legs itched to form an arabesque whenever I heard Polonaises op. 40. Chopin used to be my escape, a way to dream about the future, about everything I wanted—from finally not being scared of falling in love to dancing the role of Cinderella one day at the Bolshoi Theater in Moscow.

But that was before.

The somber melody of Chopin’s Prelude op. 28 oppresses me. That piece is also called “Suffocation.” How fitting. Mama listens to it on repeat. She’s slumped at the living room table in the far corner. Only one of the lights is working and the darkness almost settles around her as she pours herself one shot of vodka after the other.

“Mama, you need to go to sleep,” I tell her for the fifth time. She’s downing the bottle as if there’s no tomorrow, and maybe that’s what she’s hoping for. Her head wobbles from one side to another. She’s already far gone. I missed my doctor’s appointment today because she was too drunk to drive me. I had to lie for her again. Dr. Gibson bought it, and we rescheduled for two weeks. He agreed that as long as I followed his advice (wearing my knee brace, doing my strength exercises, and no jumps) I could volunteer at the community center to help little kids learn to dance. He even gave my name to the volunteer coordinator there. She was looking for a college student, but I convinced her during the interview that even though I was only seventeen, she should still give me a chance. If I do well with the kids this Saturday, I’ll get to help out every weekend for a few hours.

Mama stands up, swaying around with the bottle in her hand.

“I need you out of my face,” she slurs and pushes me away. I wouldn’t have stumbled before. After all, balance is everything for a ballerina, but my knee brace makes my movements awkward. I stumble into the bookshelves holding my babushka’s favorite novels from Tolstoy and Shakespeare: she loved Anna Karenina and Romeo and Juliet. She always laughed about a pamphlet Tolstoy wrote that criticized Shakespeare, and she could talk for hours about literature. If my babushka were here, maybe she’d be able to get through to Mama. But at the same time, I’m relieved she didn’t see how her family crumbled to pieces after the accident.

“It was my fault!” Mama’s words cut through my heart, knowing I can’t seem to convince her otherwise. “It was my fault,” she whispers. “I killed him!” Her voice goes crescendo.  “I don’t want to see you! Get out!”

My stomach clenches. No matter how many times she pushes me away, I still have the same reaction: I want to comfort her, to remind her she’s not responsible.

I am.

“You weren’t in the car.” I use my most soothing voice. “I was. You didn’t do anything.”

“I told you to get out!” Mama is in my face, but I don’t flinch. Even though her fury scares the crap out of me, she never hit me. Not once, despite being drunk more often than not, ever since the accident.

“Listen, Mama.”

“You listen.” She points a wobbly finger at me, her usual striking features are contorted in a mask of despair: her mascara trails down her cheeks with her tears, her blue eyes, a bit clearer than Papa’s and mine, are all puffed up, and the mouth that can curve into a beautiful smile is a thin line. “I want you out. If only you didn’t ask him to drive you back.”

I didn’t want him to drive me back on that day, but he didn’t leave me a choice. I wanted to know why he was so angry. I wanted him to talk to me. But I had to be back at school. He understood how much it all meant to me, and he insisted I couldn’t miss my plane.

“If only—” She doesn’t finish her sentence, instead she downs another shot. “Just go!”

I clutch the necklace my parents gave me for my thirteenth birthday. The silver chain holds the pendant I had been eyeing for weeks: ballet shoes with pale pink diamond. Papa told me it would be my lucky charm. I was wearing it for my first callbacks at the School of Performing Arts. It was with me the day I received my first big role. But it didn’t protect us from the accident. Touching it calms and burns me at the same time, but I don’t have it in me to take it off.

“Mama,” I try again.

“I killed him!” Mama screams so loudly the entire neighborhood might hear her. There are only fifteen houses or so scattered in our little community, but they’ve been here forever. When we moved into my babushka’s house two weeks ago, they all welcomed us with open arms, giving us apple pies and casseroles. Mama put on her show: she thanked them all profusely but still downed half a bottle of vodka as soon as she closed the door.

This house used to be synonymous with summer fun and spending time with my best friend, Becca, with my parents at least pretending to get along so as not to worry my grandmother or their friends. But this is not the house I would choose to come back to after everything that has happened. My babushka passed away last January and left the house to my parents. I asked Mama why we couldn’t start fresh somewhere far away. She said tears don’t care where you are, that sadness follows you everywhere, and at least in the little town she grew up in and where we spent every summer, her friends could help her find a job. She’s starting as part-time secretary at Becca’s dad’s law firm tomorrow.   Staying in our house in Maine was too expensive anyway. Another reason why moving to Everbird in New Jersey made sense according to her.

The pressure in my chest builds up, but crying won’t change a thing. There’s no way she’ll listen to me now, no matter how angry or sad I am.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I grab my coat and my backpack and close the door, not bothering to hide my scar under makeup like I usually do.  When the car crashed against the tree, pieces of the windows stuck in my skin and ripped part of my left cheek. The surgery left a red trail, starting in the middle of my cheek and spreading to my ear.

But I don’t care about my face right now, I need to get to a place that can quiet my thoughts, and stop the sadness from pouring into my veins like a never-ending torrent. The lake that’s less than a mile from our home has always been my special place during the summers. It’s where Becca taught me how to swim and where we named ourselves “Sirens for Life.” It’s where I always went to practice secretly after my curfew and where I have the best memories of my parents. Before Mama’s drinking got the best of her, before their fights, before the crash that took Papa and my dreams.

The shortcut to the lake from our home is a dirt road that isn’t well lit, but I know the way by heart. I hurry down the path, tuning my iPod to Chopin’s happier music. But I can’t drown out Mama’s voice. It resonates in my head. It’s my fault! I know she’s wrong because she’s not the one who killed him. I did. If only I didn’t get into an argument with him in the car. If only I had warned him about the truck. I bite back a sob and rip off my knee brace to walk even faster. At first, my knee is stiff, but at least I can extend my leg much better now.

Seeing the lake calms me down, soothes me. This place is always crowded in the summer, but on this crisp September night, there’s no one. The lights surrounding the area flicker, the tall trees leave interesting shadows on the ground, and a discarded pink umbrella stands next to the bench by the grilling area. I turn up the volume of my iPod even more, settle on the bench, and search through my backpack. My pointes show the wear and tear of the last years, and no matter how much I scrub, there’s one smudge that doesn’t want to go away.

Memories flash back when I slip them on: my father handing me a bouquet of lilies after each of my recitals, the crew from the School of Performing Arts sneaking out to get ice cream, the summers I spent on the raft at the lake with Becca and my babushka, the hours at the barre.

Everything’s gone.

Dancing’s always been my escape from reality: from the fights my parents had more and more often, from my babushka passing away all alone at the hospital because no one told me she was sick, from my fears of letting anyone get really close.

Dancing’s always been my future.

Dancing’s always been who I am. So even if I can’t dance like I used to, even if I can’t put too much pressure on my knee, I’m convinced I’ll train my way back to the top, that I’ll show Dr. Gibson and the rest of them that they got it wrong, when they said it was very unlikely I would ever go back on stage. Juilliard postponed my audition and the director of the School of Performing Arts told he was holding a spot for me if I wanted to come back. If I could come back.

I use the bench as my own personal barre, slowly bend my knees, keeping them over my toes. Grounding my heels on the ground, I stretch down as much as I can, but I don’t make it past a demi-plié. I warm up for ten minutes, losing myself in the familiar movements. The stars reflect on the water; it could be the perfect backdrop for a production of Swan Lake. I wish I could position myself for a grand jeté, feel the wind surround me as I fly into the air, but I know better than to jeopardize the progress I’ve made. The last time I tried, my kneecap almost snapped again. Both my knees were smashed in the car crash, but my pivot leg suffered the most.

Instead, I angle my feet for some small pas de bourrée. I go faster and faster, until I bump into a rock. Fear steals my breath away. I avoid landing on my leg and instead fall on my ass.

Papa used to say there is a Russian proverb for everything. Whenever I was disappointed about a rehearsal gone wrong, I called him. He always asked me if I gave it my best. When I said yes, he asked me if I learned something, and then he would say Na bezryb’ye i rak—ryba, which means on a fishing lull, even a crayfish is fish. It was his way of telling me that “something is better than nothing.”

I repeat the words in my head as my fingers nervously circle my knee, testing for any signs of swelling.

“Are you okay?” There’s a guy in the shadows—with an accent and a nice baritone voice.

🙂 Can’t wait to share the rest with you soon!

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(Almost) everything you always wanted to know about helping authors…

This is a bit self serving 🙂 but people have asked how they could help me and I thought instead of answering privately, I’ll do a post to also possibly help other authors out there. This is only what I learned so far…feel free to add more in the comments 🙂 I will then add them to the list to keep a list as updated as possible…

Dahlia shared some of her wisdom the other day on Twitter.

1. Goodreads

Before publication
While reading
After reading

2. Facebook

3. Google +, Pinterest, Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr…

4. Online retailer

5. Other ideas (library, book club…)

6. Collection of articles on the topic

 

1. Goodreads

Some people in my non writing/book blogging life have asked me what Goodreads is. Goodreads can help you find new books, keep track of what you´ve read, share your thoughts with your friends…You can sign up here.

Before publication

  • Add the book to a TBR shelf
  • If you’re impatient about the book, don’t hesitate to mention it.
  • Add the book to lists – this helps raise awareness
  • if there is a giveaway with the book, don’t hesitate to enter it and spread the word on Twitter, your blog, Facebook, Google +…

While reading

  • While reading the book, you can also add quotes, you can update with the way you´re feeling about the book.
  • Share those on Twitter or wherever you like

After reading

  • Rate the book
  • Review the book
  •  Add the book to other lists

2. Facebook

Did you know that even if you like a page, it doesn’t mean that you see its posts? There is an algorithm behind it (see here for more information). One can argue one way or another, but to help authors, there are a few things you can do:

  •  Like their posts: if you enjoy the content don’t hesitate to like it, it will raise the probability of you seeing future post
  • Comment on their posts – create a dialogue 🙂
  • Share the post on your own timeline.
  • Share the page on your own timeline
  • Share on Twitter, share everywhere 🙂

3. Google +, Pinterest, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr…

  • Here the key message is share, share, share…the pictures of quotes, the cover of the book you’re reading, a quote you love, anything that gets you excited 🙂
  • Anywhere, everywhere…

4. Online retailer

  •  Leave reviews at Amazon, B&N, other online retailer. This definitely helps.

5. Other ideas (library, book club…)

  •  Don’t hesitate to ask the author for an interview or for more information about the book.
  • Spread the word at your library, request the book, talk about it.
  • How about suggesting the book to your book club?
  • Gift the book to friends and family (you probably can get a signed copy if you know the author).

6. Collection of articles on the topic

THREE..., What´s Up Wednesday, writing

What´s Up Wednesday? The cover reveal happy hangover edition

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What´s up Wednesday is the brainchild of Jaime and Erin. It´s a weekly meme geared toward readers and writers, allowing us to touch base with blog friends and let them know what’s up. Should you wish to join, make sure to leave a link to your What’s Up Wednesday post in the widget on Jaime´s blog.

What I´m reading

I’m half way through WISH YOU WERE ITALIAN and it is the perfect beach read…
Romance, friendship, Italy, self discovery…I’m loving it so far!

What I’m Writing

I currently should be working on ALWAYS SECOND BEST and I will…especially since I’ve just added it on Goodreads (publication should be end of October), but a SNI grabbed my attention for the past two days, a NA thriller (which includes community college, stalking, romance, a blog called The Flying Piggy Insider, a dual POV…)

What else I´ve been up to

Discovering Malaysia.
Enjoying the beach.
Relaxing.
Crocodile Malaysia
During a night river cruise, we came across this fella…
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Reading on the beach…
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Coconuts on the side of the road…

What inspires me right now

The amount of love I’ve received for my cover reveal (you can still enter the giveaway :-))

Seriously, I was tearing up yesterday reading all your comments, and the tweets, RT…

I’m so GRATEFUL!!!

I can’t wait to check all your posts and see what you’ve been up to 🙂