domingo, 23 de novembro de 2014

*Book Blitz* Out of Sync (Out of Sync #1) by A. Bin Juran + Guest Post + Excerpt + #Giveaway @ABinJuran @XpressoReads




Out of Sync
Out of Sync #1
by
A. Bin Juran

Release Date: October 23rd, 2014

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult






I'm a magical misfit
I won't let it define me
A bolt-zapping disaster magnet
But at least I'm still trying
The guy I like asked me out
I hoped my luck was changing
Then my coven trials began
...they're harder than I expected
Now my life hangs in the balance
I don' know what I'm doing
But I do know this:
I'm not going down without a fight.

Out of Sync is a YA paranormal romance about a magical misfit who faces her perilous coven trials, falls in love and nearly dies more times than seems polite to mention.












Random facts about the characters of Out of Sync




  • Bree Flint's hands have a tendency to spark electricity when she’s nervous or agitated.

  • Bree's first brush with magic came at the age of eight, when she accidentally turned her teacher into a toad. Her grandmother, Miranda, has promised the school board that such incidents won’t happen again.

  • We've received word that Bree Flint has been dubbed 'the girl most likely to end up in a black hole of her own making.' Monroe School does not condone the use of such language, though we couldn't in good conscience ask you to sit next to her during Spells class.

  • Annabelle Foster, the "makeover specialist," can work wonders with hair and make-up charms. References and testimonials can be found on her site, as well as 'before' and 'after' pictures.

  • Charlie Cast's esoteric theories regarding the walking of dogs do not, as rumored, require canine participation.

  • Sophia Lucas's eye color fluctuates according to her mood. We apologize, but this feature isn't available in potion or spell form, she was just born that way. And no, her gorgeous golden hair did not come from a bottle either, we asked.

  • Reactions to Nate Harper include (but are not limited to) shortness of breath, fluctuation in heartbeat, a sudden (though fleeting) weakness in the knees, and, in one unfortunate case, foot-in-mouth syndrome. Yes, he's handsome; get over it.

  • Lee, the vampire, is an unabashed flirt. He's not above using his dancing abilities to recruit donors.





When I opened my eyes, I noticed that I had been perched upright in a hallway across from one of the purification pods. A disembodied voice congratulated me on completing my second trial, somehow aware that I had regained consciousness.

My throat went dry as my eyes searched for cameras, paranoia surging throughout my system. These people were crazy; there was no other explanation for what I had just been through.

I swerved away from the pods; sure, it would be nice to be clean, but that's how they got you — with the pristine, warm showers and scented soap. Before you knew what was going on, they would try to kill you again. In the back of my mind I wondered why they needed to clean you in between the attempts on your life, but I wasn't about to try to understand their crazy.

I just wanted out.
Once I found my way out into the open air, I saw the hooded figures had reconvened.

One of them was speaking, and I could hear him clearly, as if he was standing right beside me, drowning out my thoughts. "Your next testing phase will commence within the next few days."

A chill passed through me.

I steeled myself. No. Nope. Not gonna happen, buddy, I decided.
"The third trial is set by the coven which has shown interest in you, based on your scores, rank and lineage. If you pass, the elemental trials will follow throughout the next few months, according to the full moon..."

My ears buzzed as the announcer's voice began chanting from inside my skull. My body was still shaking off the numbness in my muscles and the contrasting heat in my limbs.

I had to find a way out of here. The cold air was biting, sinking into my skin, clawing at me from beneath my clothes.

The announcer's voice joined the crowd in chant, and the magic began to swell around me.





When not immersed in books - be it writing or reading them - Ainat can usually be found nestling a cup of coffee in the company of her husband and twins. A former fast-food employee, T-shirt seller, and glorified secretary, Ainat eventually found herself with Bachelor's and LL.M. degrees and working as a lawyer. A few years later, listening to a catchy pop song about dream fulfillment, Ainat decided to buy a clunky little laptop and get to work. Ten novels and a much better laptop later, she came to the realization that hitting the double-digit mark meant it was time to publish and start consuming coffee (though not necessarily in that order).

When she isn't writing, editing, or mothering, Ainat enjoys reading promiscuously (which, to her, means she's reading several novels at a time while committing to none), watching political dramas and sci-fi series, and taking embarrassing memos-to-self complete with accents and dramatic pauses that should never be unleashed, ever.














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