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“Haydn”—my hand cupped his cheek—“it will be fine.”

“No matter what, doll face, I do not leave your side.”

“Don’t worry so much.” I tried to laugh off the momentousness of the up-and-coming confrontation.

“I. Do Not. Leave. You.”

Realizing that he wasn’t going to bend in this situation, I sighed. “Okay, Haydn. We’re a team no matter what. I got it.”

“Good.”

“I’ve never been a team before,” I whispered.

“This one is for keeps, Verity. Don’t ever forget it.”

How could you not love hearing that sentence come out of a cute boy’s lips? And he was more sexy man than angelic kid. I didn’t know if I wanted to kiss him or put him in a box and stick him in my pocket. Wow, did I ever wish that was the only test I was going to have to cope with over the next few hours. I wished even harder that I had some idea, any iota of a clue, as to what I was going to say to the Haven kids.

Or where I belonged.

Do they make compasses for life paths? Could I order a boatload of them for express delivery please?

Like right now?

Anyone? FedEx? Amazon.com? God? Oprah?

I’m begging, just in case I hadn’t been clear the million times I’d mentioned it before.

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He knelt next to me and lifted me up. As he held me close to his chest his stare riveted Cass to the spot as effectively as a nail gun. “How could you? She’s new to all this. You might remember mercy is as valued as triumph. Or did you forget today, when a newbie managed to identify a demon?”

“I did it,” Cassandra stated stiffly, “for you.”

“Don’t do me any favors. I have enough stains on my conscience.” Off he strode with me in his arms. I felt like my entire body had been rolled up, wrung out, and then tossed in a dryer.

Kaydn kept moving until we were inside my cabin. He set me on the bed and made a great show out of tucking me under the blanket. Gazing over me with appraising eyes, Kaydn went to the kitchenette and brought me over a bottle of water with a straw. He held it to my lips, waiting until I had taken several sips. “Give it a day or two and you’ll be fine. Haydn would never have let you go if he had thought there was still any real danger.”

I grabbed his arm before he turned away. “Kaydn, I’m sorry. I just don’t know what I did.”

“I know, Verity. I know you don’t know why I’m upset. I think that’s what hurts the most.” His tone of voice was so harsh and ugly I braced myself, afraid of him. I didn’t understand. The look he gave me cut to my soul, and I shrank away because of it.

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Nyx glanced up at the girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes and smiled. She really was quite terrifying. Did a leader’s heart proud. Turning back to the bitch currently harshing her mellow, she used her speak now or forever hold your entrails voice. “Why. Are. You. Here … CASSANDRA?”

It took little more than a nod of her head for Cassandra to make a sparkly explosion to herald the arrival of … a girl? The creature was a small thing, a little over five feet she guessed. And where the Aguane were all tall, with lean elegant builds, this one was round. Her hair was curly, eyes as circular as a new moon, body curvy bordering on chubby. What the hell kind of gift was that?

And how could she return it?

“This is Topsy.”

Helm Abomination

Some things are better left unseen.

Some hearts are better left unmet.

Living in Helm is a new experience for Verity, she’s the only female in a world of boys. Most of them embrace her as a potential friend, others long for her death, and one … well, one she can’t seem to pin down.

Her new possible boyfriend neglected to tell Verity there’s an ancient prophecy that foretells the end of Helm’s leader at the hands of the mortal veil-seer. A few of the boys fighting beside her feel the best way to keep Haydn alive is to make sure the veil-seer dies.

Verity barely survived her sixteenth birthday. Now she may not live to see her seventeenth.

Helm Abomination shows that finding the love of your life can come at too high a cost.

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“This is Jewel. Blessed child of your hills. Her eyes are as the grass that blankets your ground. Hair the shade of a summer sunset. Mirror sibling to Jake. Heal my sister. Return her to me.”

haven_blurb

On a brand, new shiny book cover no less. Behold the quote in its entirety:

“I adored this novel! Phoenix’s Haven sounds absolutely irresistible! With a perfect balance of humor and magical realism, Phoenix provides readers with a refreshing and insightful tale that everyone is bound to fall in love with! In addition, Phoenix is able to capture the teenage mind and voice. In short, you should read this. You’ll get your fill of laughs, as well as a touch of magic!” -Amy Yoelin, Huffington Post

Irony thy name is writing

It’s a very different experience promoting Seat of God, a spiritual thriller series for adults that pulls heavily from Ethiopian and religious history, and Haven Awakening, a young adult fantasy romance, at the same time. These aren’t different hats; it’s more like a hat and a pair of shoes. For Seat of God, everything- even the social media activity- has to target one group, while Haven is simply a combination of Twitter and Instagram. In the end, it’s all about the readers and who they tell. There is no substitute for good buzz, I made my entire marketing career about perfecting it, so how odd is it now I’m stuck relying exclusively on that very thing? Image

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