Road Trip Wednesday # 18: If I Could Be Any Character...

I love reading books in first person, mainly because it feels like you are actually the person inside the book. Sometimes you don't want to be that character, because they might go through some things that scare you half to death. Other times, their life is full of adventure and love and beauty.

That is one of the reasons why I would not mind being Grace from Shiver. She is dating one of the sweetest werewolves I have ever read about. Sam is artistic and romantic and vulnerable and oh my goodness he has yellow eyes. *swoons*

I love Sam.

Okay, Sam isn't the only reason why I would want to be Grace. The fact that she may or may not be a werewolf herself is kind of awesome. Though she is still human, she has these super amazing wolf senses and that is just really really cool.

Also, I always thought of myself as Jane Eyre for some reason. We are so much alike in so many ways. Plus, I have this crush on Mr. Rochester none of my friends understand. But seriously. He's so dark and Byronic and he really, he puts Edward Cullen to shame. Bella kept saying Edward was cryptic but Mr. Rochester... *sighs dreamily*

And then I really wanted to be Rose Hathaway from the Vampire Academy series, but I am terrified of everything. So I probably would not be down with killing Strigoi. But it would be worth it for Adrian and Dimitri .... *drools*

Alright, alright. I lied in the beginning. Sam has everything to do with why I want to be Grace. Mr. Rochester has everything to do with why I want to be Jane. Basically, it's all about the love interest.

Don't get me wrong. I love a strong female lead as the main character, but at the end of the day, I will most likely be swooning over the plot and the love interest.

Remember people. It's all about the love interest.

Oh and before I forget....

Alexandra Bracken, author of Brightly Woven, a book I have been eying for a while now, is having a huge contest. Clicky.

Teaser Tuesday on a Non-Tuesday

I won't have any time to post my teaser tomorrow, so I guess I'll just post it now. This is from Mirror, Mirror the novel I have been avoiding for months. A couple of days ago the characters sat beside me while I was watching TV and whispered answers to so many of the questions I had.

I hope to rework some of the plot and change the title. My goal is to be done with this novel before my birthday which is in June. Keep your fingers crossed.

This is unedited, by the way, but I hope you guys enjoy it. I look forward to reading everyone's teasers.


That was the last time I seen Ellis cry, but it wasn't the last time I seen him. He came over all the time. We didn't talk a lot, but that was mainly because there was nothing to say. On my part, I remained silent because I didn't know enough about his and Sarah's history to say anything, that he could relate to. He, I supposed, remained silent because so much time had passed and the bond that he and Sarah had shared, was growing weak, thin.

Like an old lady's bones, it was ready to break.

Whenever he came over, we'd sit on the couch and watch TV. He would hold my hand and let the pictures flitting across the screen be our only connection.

One day, though, he decided to speak.

"How come you didn't call me on that first night. When you came home? I would have liked to know that you were back." We were watching a made-for-TV movie whose plot I couldn't make out. I was too busy thinking about his hand in mind, wishing it was someone else's.

I shrugged. "I went through a lot. I just wanted to be alone."

"Alone," he repeated.

I didn't say anything. This was all so new to me, making up things as I went. The truth, I only would admit to myself. I didn't know anything about being alone. Only when I lived with my aunt Margaret, did I feel like I was just a lonely soul roaming the earth with no essential purpose. But when I joined a family, a real family, I felt like I belonged. As time passed, I found out I didn't. So, I didn't know about being alone but I did know about being lost.

Paul had told me that there was something about me that seemed so different, so dark. I seen that same thing in Ellis as he stared at me, his eyes analyzing, calculating. What, I did not know.

"Where were you?" he asked.

I sighed. "Look, I don't want to talk about this." I glued my eyes to the TV screen. It had worked on Brenda, I prayed it would work on him.

"I'm sorry, I just don't understand some things."

"You don't need to," I said. "All that matters is that you're here, and I'm here. Right?"

I tried my best not to choke on the words. Low had wrote them. It was nice to know that some part of him would come in handy one day.

"I guess you're right."

"I am right. Now, let's just watch this movie. It's getting good."

Ellis didn't say anything more.

Music Monday

I haven't done Music Monday in a long time but in honor of picking up my novel Mirror, Mirror (which is going to soon be renamed) again, I have a song from the playlist that I simply adore.

If you don't know this song or the band, Keane, I suggest that you start listening to their music now. Some of my favorite scenes were written while listening to them.

Enjoy the song and pay close attention to the lyrics because they are truly are beautiful.


Because I have nothing else to do...

Thanks for the well wishes everyone. I hope I get better soon too, because I can't really seem to focus on anything. My attention span is short and every time I think about writing, nothing comes out.

Having a concussion sucks.

But I was over at Kristin's blog and she did a survey that had really good questions that I going to attempt to answer. If you want to do this survey as well, post your answers on your blog, and I'll try to take a look at them.

Here we go:

1) What's the last thing you wrote? What's the first thing you wrote that you still have?

The last novel that I wrote was Mirror, Mirror. I gave up on revising it for a while because I have no idea what I'm going to do with it. There is so much to do and I really don't have the patience to do it.

The first novel that I wrote, is one that I still have. It was called The Chronicles of Pyra: Rise of the Phoenix but that is a ridiculously long title so it was later shortened to Pyra. I wrote it when I was nine and it was based off this cartoon I used to watch religiously. Sometimes I read over it to get a good laugh. Other times I read over it when I need to remember that I have come so far with my writing and I can't give up.

2) Write poetry?

I LOVE poetry. Before I fell in love with story writing, I wrote poetry everyday. So, yeah, I definitely write poetry.

3) Angsty poetry?

Definitely. Writing was a way for me to deal with my problems when I was younger. So a lot of poems were written when I was angry or sad or whatever.

4) Favorite genre of writing?

I love stories with a good romance woven in. I really don't care if it's paranormal or contemporary, as long as I have a complicated romance, I'm good.

5) Most annoying character you've ever created?

I'm going to have to say Stacy Coleman from Fighting the Fire. I mean, she just doesn't stop talking and she's easily manipulated and I don't know why I made her so dumb, but it's a contrast to the main character's personality, and it works, I guess.

6) Best plot you've ever created?

With me I love the story I'm working on and then I hate it. And then after awhile I love it again. Honestly the best plot I have ever created would have to be the one for Fighting the Fire, although Mirror, Mirror was amazing, in my opinion, Fighting the Fire took a lot more work because I am building another world, which I haven't done in a long long time. The characters are more complex, they have flaws, and there is a lot of mystery, action, and romance. Therefore, it's possibly the best plot I have ever created.

7) Coolest plot twist you've ever created?

Um, I'm not sure about this one yet. When I finish Fighting the Fire, I'll come back to answer this question.

8) How often do you get writer's block?

Almost always. Especially around the time I actually want to write. It's annoying, really. I mean, when I have no time to write, I want to write, and I actually can write because the words are flowing in my head. But by the time I get a chance to write them down, they're gone. Writer's block sucks.

9) Write fan fiction?

I won't lie to you. I do have a couple pieces of fan fiction. My first novel technically is fan fiction even though it is different from what I based it off of.

And I do have a Vampire Academy fan fiction somewhere on my computer. Did I finish it? No. Why? Well because there are too many voices in my head already, and if I let in any more, I think my brain would explode.

10) Do you type or write by hand?

I type because writing is over-rated. Really, I have tried writing in a notebook, but I can't do it. My brain is way faster than my hand, and it's really uncomfortable to write with a pen or pencil.

11) Do you save everything you write?

Yep. Every single word. I save. I am a firm believer of recycling.

12) Do you ever go back to an idea after you've abandoned it?

It depends how good the idea is. I have plenty plot ideas saved on my computer and some of them have been there since the beginning of time. Do I plan to write them? Yes, but they have to wait in line.

13) What's your favorite thing you've ever written?

I'm going to say Mirror, Mirror because when I go back to read some of my favorite scenes, I really can't believe that I wrote it because they are just that beautiful. I don't mean to come off as conceited, but there are times when I think that I am not a good writer and really that WIP blows me away. It just needs a good polishing for it to be even more beautiful than it already is.

14) What's everyone else's favorite story you've written?

I would like to say Mirror, Mirror is but I do have a few Shadow fans.

15) Ever written romance or angsty teen drama?

Um, yeah. I mean, I can't live without romance in my novels. There has to be some kind of love triangle going on for me to love the story. And angst? Duh. I am a teenager, you know. I live for angst. Though I don't think I am that angsty, my characters are teens and so they are filled with the stuff.

16) What's your favorite setting for your characters?

I usually don't focus on setting a lot, but I love places that are ugly to some and beautiful to others. Mirror, Mirror takes place in a town that is so small and so empty that you could hear the wind rustling through the trees. Fighting the Fire takes place in a city filled with clubs and a lot of industrial buildings, and it also takes place in a world ruled by folklore and war and magic and beauty and danger.

The setting depends on the characters and what they want. I usually don't form the setting until I know the characters a little bit more.

17) How many writing projects are you working on right now?

One. Technically. But Shattered is still being planned. Currently I am writing Fighting the Fire, taking notes, making sure the story makes sense and all that other good stuff.

18) Have you ever won an award for your writing?

In 2nd grade I won a state contest where I had to write an essay about what the Statue of Liberty meant to me.

19) What are your five favorite words?

Incandescent. Elysium. Shiver. Gravid. Devoid.

20) What character have you created that is most like yourself?

Ooh this is a hard one. I usually try not to make any of my characters like me but I would have to say Kendall Ryan from Mirror, Mirror was most like me because we both care about what other people think.

21) Where do you get your ideas for your characters?

All over. TV. Music. Movies. School. The News. Books. Life.

22) Do you ever write based on your dreams?

Sometimes. If I can remember the dream, when I wake up.

23) Do you favor happy endings?

Yeah, if it fits with the plot. I don't want to make it easy for my characters, because if you want people to relate to your characters, you have to make it real. And let's face it, not everyone gets a happy ending. They get a fair ending. And those are the type of endings I favor.

24) Are you concerned with spelling and grammar as you write?


25) Does music help you write?

I need music to write. Music is one of my many muses.

26) Quote something you've written. Whatever pops in your head.

"After awhile, I stopped caring," he said.

"I try not to care, but..." I shrugged. "I hate for people to leave me."

Duncan didn't say anything for a while and I thought he thought I was just some weird, clingy girl but then his hand curled around mine, and the world stopped spinning. "I won't ever leave you."

For a fraction of a second, everything felt right.

And then the truth of his words hit me.

I should have stayed in class. I should have left him out here to smoke and smoke and smoke, because in the end, he would die of lung cancer, and not because I let myself love him.
~ Eden, Fighting the Fire


Two Big Giveaways in One Blog Post

Linger Cover LargeIn Maggie Stiefvater's Shiver, Grace and Sam found each other. Now, in Linger, they must fight to be together. For Grace, this means defying her parents and keeping a very dangerous secret about her own well-being. For Sam, this means grappling with his werewolf past . . . and figuring out a way to survive into the future. Add into the mix a new wolf named Cole, whose own past has the potential to destroy the whole pack. And Isabelle, who already lost her brother to the wolves . . . and is nonetheless drawn to Cole.

At turns harrowing and euphoric, Linger is a spellbinding love story that explores both sides of love -- the light and the dark, the warm and the cold -- in a way you will never forget.

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One cold night, in a most unlikely corner of Chicago, two teens—both named Will Grayson—are about to cross paths. As their worlds collide and intertwine, the Will Graysons find their lives going in new and unexpected directions, building toward romantic turns-of-heart and the epic production of history’s most fabulous high school musical.

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Teaser Tuesday + Some Bad News

Yesterday some boy thought it would be really funny to throw snowballs and launched one at my head. Instead it wasn't snow. It was a chunk of ice and to make a long story short, I have a concussion and I can't go to school.

I'm really not supposed to be on the computer, but I have nothing else to do. My friends are going to be calling me throughout the day to make me feel better, but Teaser Tuesday is something I look forward to every week, so I'll try to read everyone's today, if my brain allows it.

But without father ado, here's a teaser from Fighting the Fire.

"I was just thinking," Duncan started, stuffing his hands in his pocket. I don't know how long we had been walking, but the sun was starting to sink behind the clouds, spraying the sidewalks gold.

"You do that a lot now lately," I said, jokingly. "Careful, you might hurt your brain." He usually laughed at my jokes, but when his blue eyes slammed against mine, there wasn't humor in them.

"About you and me. Everything that has happened. What you are and what I am ..." He looked off into the distance. "becoming."


"It's worth it," he replied.

My breath caught.

Duncan rendered me speechless. He took pride in that, and smiled. In that smile I found peace, as I always had, but I could still see the sword dangling over his head.

The longer I stayed with him, the more it lowered until it was pressing into his angelic curls. I did not mean for our friendship to turn into this.

His eyebrows knitted together. "What's wrong?"

The sun was quickly slipping into the horizon, and pretty soon night would bring all the things I tried to protect him from.

He pulled me to a stop, when I didn't answer him. "Eden."

I looked at him. "Sometimes I wish I can go back."

He chuckled, uneasily. But regarded me with a worried gaze. "You don't usually say serious things like that. What's..."

"Wrong?" I finished for him. "A lot of things. You, me. What you are and what I am. There is no looking around that, Duncan."

"If you're afraid of Paul then...." he started, taking my hands into his.

"I'm not scared of your brother. He could go to Hell, for all I care."

"Then what is it, Eden?" His voice rose an octave, and a rosy color painted his cheeks. He looked angry, frustrated even. That was rare for him. "I am trying to be there for you, but every time you let me in, you end up pushing me back out again."

I pulled away from him. "Maybe it's better that way."

You are my Valentines

Valentine's Day doesn't have to be soppy and romantic. Love is love no matter what degree it is. You can give a Valentine's Day gift to a friend or a family member or maybe some random person on the street.

We seem to forget that today is a day of love and not sadness. Just because you don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend or someone to share this day with, doesn't mean you have to feel down about it.

I will admit that a few hours ago, I was ready to go burn some roses and rip apart those little affectionate Hallmark cards, but I have seen reason.

As I said, love isn't all about kisses and romance. Love is something shared between brother to brother, sister to sister. A lot of people don't believe it, but we are one big family. We may be dysfunctional but there is hope. I believe this when I watch videos like this.

So spread the love. Whether it be by a hug or a kiss or a smile.


To all those Vampire Academy fans out there...

Just in case you didn't know Spirit Bound, the fifth book in the VA series will be out on May 18th, so mark your calenders, if you already haven't.

I was searching around on YouTube and I found a clip of Richelle Mead reading a bit from Spirit Bound and I almost died, because I really really can't wait to read this book. Here's the link.

Also, here is the first chapter of Spirit Bound for those who can't wait for the book. I'm not sure, but I believe it is the real first chapter. Here's the link.

The Hardest Scenes to Write Are....

So I was getting my daily fix of the YA Rebels. And just in case you haven't heard of them, no they are not some new sort of drug, but okay, I'll admit it, they are pretty addictive.

If you haven't checked them out, then shame on you. Just click on this link and maybe just maybe you can redeem yourself.

Recently, they discussed what they thought were the hardest scenes to write.

Churning out the right words is a hard job in itself. But putting words togetherto create a scene that you can't picture vividly in your head, is even harder.

I am writing an Urban Fantasy novel, so there is a lot of action, a lot of adventure and things of that sort. Even though I would declare my love for this book on the highest mountain peak, sometimes I just feel like strangling it because it is giving me Hell.

We all love a good action scene. Especially ones in really cool movies like The Matrix or X-Men. But, you know, I now have a new respect for the people who choreograph the scenes, because I am telling you writing it is so hard.

Even when you can visualize every punch that is thrown, every round house kick, you still want to make the scene as interesting as you can, because if it isn't interesting the reader will get bored and will throw the book because the action scene is corny.

That might not be true, but Eden is a trouble maker. She gets into fights just for the heck of it. Really, I don't know what's wrong with the girl, but if I were to even try to avoid writing a fighting scene, she would yell at me until I gave in.

So I have to write a lot of action packed scenes and each of them have to be unique, while not being over the top or too surreal.

I have written a total of two fighting scenes in Fighting the Fire and do they suck, probably. But hopefully, if I work hard enough, they will get better. I do, however, watch movies with a lot of action in them, just to get a sense of what they should be like.

It's kind of hard to transfer that on to a piece of paper, or in this case, my Wordpad document but hopefully it would get better.

Here is one of the fight scenes I wrote:

"He is here."

Theo turned to look at me. "Well, we should not keep him waiting."

I stood up. "If you aren't going to tell me anything, I think I should leave."

"Yes, I think you should leave, too." He looked at Victor and the bodyguard. "Take her away."

They advanced towards me and I was glad I decided to wear a shorter dress. It made it easier for me to move my legs. I crouched down, ready to attack.

But Victor and the bald man weren't like Theo's other bodyguard. They looked ready to fight. Like they had been fighting all their lives. I smiled to myself. Looks like I met my matches.

"Wait," Theo said, holding up his hand. "Before you all start throwing punches, I have something to say."

We all looked at him. He moved towards me and the scar burned. His fingers found the chain that hung from neck, and traveled down, down, down, until he found the key.

"You know what they were looking for, my dear. The only question is, will you give it to them willingly or will you die trying to keep it from them?"

"Who are they? You know, don't you?"

"I know a lot of things, but you already know that. Take her away."

Two hands forcefully pulled my hands behind my back. I let out a cry of pain, and launched my foot back. It made contact with something hard. There was a loud grunt, but the man didn't fall to his knees like I thought he would. His balls must have been made of steel.

Pulling myself free of the hold, I elbowed him in the jaw. Victor was closing in on me, his fangs bared. I bounced back and forth between them and to anyone walking past, it would look like we were dancing.

What do you think are the hardest scenes to write?

In Which I Talk About My WIP

In celebration of reaching 20K in my WIP, Fighting the Fire, I'm going to tell you a little bit about the novel.

I am seriously in love with it, and the characters seem to love me, because they don't seem to want to stop talking. There have been many times when I was watching TV or reading a book or whatever, and then all of a sudden, I hear this voice and wham! I'm writing again.

Can you believe I only started this novel three days ago?

Because really I can't believe that. I mean, I'm not a fast writer. It takes me weeks to finish a first chapter and I believe I finished the first chapter of Fighting the Fire in 30 minutes. Yeah, I timed myself. There is about 5, 000 words in my first chapter, so either this story really WANTS to be told or somebody spiked my tea when I wasn't looking.

I am going to go with the former. This story wants to be told. I want to tell this story.

It's a story about a girl named Eden Dalca who isn't a damsel - in - distress. The first chapter opens up with her in a club looking for a man who could possibly tell her who is after her and her family.

Fighting the Fire wasn't just something I thought up over night. No, I have been sitting on this idea for months and I really didn't have the guts to write it, until now.

Before I even started writing, I took down A LOT of notes on characters, on setting, on plot. Because this novel is Urban Fantasy, I need to make sure that my world building is strong.

This happens to be the second Urban Fantasy novel I have attempted to write. My previous one, Shadow, didn't get as far as this and now I see what people mean when they say that if at first you don't succeed, try again.

I am so glad I tried again, because now I have a kick-ass main character and a story that I hope is different from all the others out there.

This story is hard to explain because so much goes on. There is a lot of action, a lot of adventure. A parallel universe where magical creatures exist. Dragons who aren't the conventional kind. Most of you think that Dragons are giant lizards, but they're not. They're humans who can wield the elements - earth, wind, fire, and water.

There is a love triangle, that is forbidden both ways. Duncan Rivers is a Hunter, a human whose destiny is kill magical creatures, and Constantin is not only older than Eden (there's a four year age difference) but she is a Princess and she has to marry someone royal to bring peace back to the Other world.

One thing I will tell you about Eden is that she is tainted. She has Dragon blood but her mother was a witch so she takes after her mother in many ways. Her father Nicolai was a Romanian King and her mother was the daughter of a Chinese warlock.

I don't want to give too much away, but there is a war going on. One that has to do with the three Immortal charms that King Nicolai hid in the Mortal world.

The reason why they are called the Immortal charms is because they have Souls in them. Souls that came from the Fates, three Immortal witches.

That is all I'm going to say for now. But I am really excited about this novel and if you want to learn more the story or see what the characters look like check out my website.


Road Trip Wednesday: My Favorite Displays Affection

Road Trip Wednesday is a blog carnival started by the lovely ladies over at YA Highway.

This week we are discussing our favorite displays of affection in YA novels.

It is almost Valentine's Day and love is in the air! For some of us, all that love is buried underneath 10 inches of snow, but it's still there.

Affection, affection, affection. What a wonderful thing, especially when it's in books.

Some of my favorite displays of affection are:

Rose and Dimitri from the Vampire Academy series

You would think that a relationship between a teenager and an not-so-older man would be disgusting, but Rose and Dimitri are so real, that you can't help rooting for their love. I love how Dimitri calls her Roza, and how he finds ways to touch her hair. Even when they don't say anything, and they just look into each other's eyes, you can feel how much they care about each other, even though they can't say it out loud.

Jonah and Taylor from Jellicoe Road

Who needs the traditional girl-boy crush, when you can have two characters who love and hate each other. Jonah and Taylor have so much history together, and that's what makes their relationship so powerful, so hot. When they argue with each other, it only fuels the love they have for each other. There was no hot-vampire in this book, and there weren't any sweet, gentle werewolves, but there were two human beings. This book displays human affection at it's finest.

Jesse and Jonah from Break

Affection doesn't always mean sex and relationships between girlfriend and boyfriend. Affection is simply the love you have for another person you truly care about. I usually read a lot of books sprinkled with romance, but Break was something new and fresh. A bond between two brothers. Jonah cared so much for his little brother, and if you wouldn't call those two boys affectionate, I don't know what else to call them.

Sam and Grace from Shiver

The relationship between was sweet and tender. It wasn't over the top. It was just...right. If you read the book then you know what I'm talking about. You could believe that Sam and Grace were in love and it was just so beautiful.

Because love is in the air, I wanted to post a song that from a band that I adore called Love, Love, Love. If you have never heard of As Tall As Lions, I advise you to check out there music.


Teaser Tuesday

Today's teaser is from my new WIP, Ashes, Ashes. I am really not sure about that title, but it fits for now, I guess. But it's an Urban Fantasy and I already 10,000 words in, so it is pretty exciting.

I really want to know what you guys think of the beginning. It's pretty rough, so sorry for any error you run across. Enjoy!

In life you could do things the easy way or the hard way. I preferred the hard way, but that was only because I liked to get my hands dirty.

I had walked into that bar looking for trouble, and, as always, it found me.

Or I should say, he found me.

The man I was looking for was sitting on a stool talking to the bartender. A bottle of beer was on the counter in front of him, and a wide smile was on his face. His silver teeth glittered in the dim light that filled the room. I scrunched up my nose. People with metal in their mouth usually had stinky breath. If I were going to be talking to him, I probably would need to offer him a tic-tac or something.

I reached in my purse to look for some, but then a shadow fell over me, blocking out the light.

It was the bartender. He was rather nice-looking for an old guy. Salt and pepper hair, dark eyes, and a warm smile. For a moment, I thought he was George Clooney. But even he wouldn't work at a place like this. He wouldn't come here either, unless he had some business to take care of.

And believe me, I had business to take care of. Why else would I go to a bar on a school night?

"Good evening, miss," the bartender said. "Can I get you anything?"

Idiot. He didn't even ask to see my ID. I was wearing make-up and a dress with a plunging neckline that would have my mother praying for days, but I didn't look old enough to drink.

This must have been my lucky night.

"Well, I..." I started, batting my eyelashes. Laying it on thick.

"You see the fine fellow down there." I followed his gaze. Metal Mouth. Yeah, I saw him. He was the one I came here to see. "He wants to buy you a drink."

"That is very sweet of him. Tell him I said thanks."

"Maybe you can tell him yourself." He flicked his wrist and Metal Mouth got up from his stool and moved towards me, that wide grin still pasted on his lips.

Unlike the bartender, he wasn't nice-looking. People who came here usually weren't. His dark hair was slicked back with too much grease and he had really thick eyebrows. I would have told him that he looked like Oscar the Grouch but I had to keep up my act.

His own eyes swept over me, a look of approval washing over his face.

"Thank you for the drink," I said, smiling.

"It was my pleasure, pretty lady." His voice wasn't that pleasant either. It sounded rough and raspy like he smoked a pack of cigarettes every day. And just like I predicted, his breath reeked. I couldn't pin down the scent, but I really wished he wasn't sitting so close.

I kept smiling, even though my cheeks were starting to hurt. Pretty lady. Wow, if only he knew. I wasn't making any effort to talk, but old Metal Mouth looked like the social type. He turned to the bartender. "How about that drink, Tom?" He looked at me again. His eyes lingering on my chest, before he met my gaze. "What would you like?"

"A water for now."

He smiled, approvingly. "Classy and pretty. What a dangerous combination."

"Stick around and you'll see just how dangerous I can be." He thought I was flirting with him. But I was serious underneath the smile. I was dangerous. In the dress I didn't look the part, but as my father used to say, looks can be deceiving.

Apparently, no one ever taught old Metal Mouth that.


About my new WIP and my characters

So I have been having a rough couple of days. I was stuck at my grandma's house for a few days. My mom was stuck at work and she couldn't get home. My computer was giving me Hell and my friends were going through a lot of stuff and I was literally about to lose my mind.

Until I decided that worrying wasn't going to get me anywhere. So I sat down and cracked open a book, read, read, and read until I was relaxed and ready to pull my self together.

That's when I started taking notes on my new WIP. It isn't a idea I just thought of. I have been thinking about writing this novel for quite a long time, but I only just attempted to write it today.

And guess what? I am almost to 10k. I don't know how to feel. It's exciting and even though I know the writing is rough, it feels great to actually be writing and going somewhere with it.

This idea has been forming for months and now, I guess, my characters just want out of my head.

Let me introduce you to them:

Eden Dalca

Duncan Rivers

Constantin Balcescu

These are the only the only three characters I have found, but there will be more later.

Question # 1: If you had to pick one genre to read for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Last week I got a lot of lovely questions. Thank you guys!

But I put all of them in a bag, shook it up, and pulled one out.

Today's question is from Chanelle:

If you had to pick one genre to read for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Wow this is a good question. But it is also extremely hard to answer. I love so many different genres, but I guess I would have to say Paranormal Romance.

This is only because I am a hopeless romantic and I love vampires, werewolves, demons, and other creatures of the night.

Books like Twilight (please don't cringe) and Hush, Hush and Shiver fascinate me because you're taking a creature that is not real and putting it in a real-world setting. So it's almost like you can walk through the forest and run into a werewolf or be bitten by a vampire or be saved by a mermaid.

When I read a book, I want to be taken to a different world that is much like my own in many ways, but in other ways it is not.

Paranormal Romance does that for me. I don't know if I can write that genre but I definitely love reading it.

If I were asked to pick two genres, the other one would be Contemporary. Mainly because I love the truth in it. Contemporary writers like Sarah Dessen, John Green, Hannah Moskowitz, and Courtney Summers are brilliant and I wouldn't mind reading stories like theirs for the rest of my life, either.

Road Trip Wednesday # 15: The Next Big Thing In YA

Road Trip Wednesday is a blog carnival created by the lovely ladies over at YA Highway. This week, they are taking about the next big thing in YA.

For a long time shelves in the young adult section were infested with vampire and werewolf books. I love the creatures and all, but come on. After a while you get tired of reading the same old thing.

There are other crazy awesome paranormal creatures out there, so give them a chance to shine. This is a new year, and it's time to see new things.

Mermaids/ Sirens

I really think mermaids and sirens are going to be the next big thing. In fact, I really hope they are going to be because I have never read a mermaid/siren story. Other people might feel differently, but I would much rather see book covers with mermaids on them than see covers with large pointy fangs sinking deep into a girl's skin.


This is a shameless plug. One of the stories I am planning on writing has to do with dragons. I am currently in the researching/note-taking stage but I really hope dragons make a come back. They are awesome creatures and there are so many things you can do with them.


Ever since I read The Host by Stephenie Meyer I have had a soft spot for aliens. It would be kind of cool to read about creatures from other planets. Just, you know, don't make them green. That would be a bit cliche.


I love mythology. Celtic, Greek, Roman, Romanian, Russian, and Native American mythology is so awesome. I have a lot of ideas that come from just reading up on different kind of myths, finding ways to twist them and make them more interesting.

Witches and Wizards

Nothing in the vein of Harry Potter but I can see a few more witch stories coming along.

That's what I think will be the next big thing in a nutshell. What about you? What do you think will be the next big thing in YA?

Steph Bowe's Birthday Giveaway


Today is Steph Bowe's birthday and to celebrate, she is giving away three books. Yes, I said it. THREE books. From the looks of it all of them are amazing and they could be yours if you enter the contest now.

The deadline is February 14th so get those entries in and cross your fingers.

Good luck!

Linkage:Win the Demon's Lexicon, Liar, and Paper Towns

Teaser Tuesdays On a Non-Tuesday

Today's (or actually tomorrow's) teaser is from my YA Contemporary novel Playing the Field.

Greg did better than fine. He owned the field. The other team had nothing on him. My throat was burning and raw, from all the screaming I was doing. I waved my foam thumb in the air, and Marnie rolled her eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"You're such a guy sometimes. I don't even understand half of what's going on."

"We're winning, that's all you need to know."

She rolled her eyes again, and I felt like telling her that if she kept doing that, her eyes would get stuck or something. But I just smiled at her, and focused my attention back on the game.

It was the other team's ball. They were on fourth down, and I knew right away that it wouldn't be their ball for long. It sailed into the air, and they scattered, looking like giant black and orange bees.

I searched around for Greg. He was running up the field, his arms thrown over his head. I had never seen him move that fast. I couldn't stop cheering. The ball grazed his fingertips, and then something happened.

I was sure there was going to be a lot of cheers coming from behind me, but it was silent. It took me a moment to figure out what was going on.

The ball landed on the field, and rolled out of Greg's reach. His fingers reached out for it, but that was all I could see of him. The rest of his body was trapped underneath three guys on the opposing team.

The referee blew his whistle and instead of cheers, there was a lot of booing.

"Fuck," I yelled. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"Do you think he's okay?" Marnie asked.

"I don't know. Look at him." After the three guys got their big asses off of Greg, I could see him lying on the field, still as the wind at this very moment.

"Greg!" I shouted. "Get up! Come on!"

The referee was talking. People in the bleachers were talking, some were yelling. But I couldn't hear them. I got up and ran down the bleachers, towards the field. When I reached him, I took his helmet off and smoothed his hair out.

"Hey," he whispered.

"Hey, babe. You okay?" I don't know why I asked that. It was such a stupid question, but he shook his head yes.


In Which I Try To Make Myself More Interesting

Yeah, I know. I suck at naming these blog post. Sometimes I feel like I should abandon blogging and leave it to the cool kids. Yep, you know who you guys are.

I have been M.I.A for a long time. But seriously, it's not my fault. Last week was Finals week and I had to study and do homework and babysit all at the same time. Crazy, right?

But no worries, I'm back. I think. To those of you who I am beta-ing for you should get an email from me sometime this week. I am so sorry for taking an extra long time.

To get back on track, I kinda need help. Everyone who is reading this or just passing by, I need your help.

This blog is not awesome. It's not even cool. You may think it is, but it really isn't. Which totally sucks right now because I do believe I am an awesome and cool person. Really not trying to be conceited but it is the truth.

But that is where you guys come in. To fully understand my awesomeness, I want you guys to ask me anything, within reason, of course.

No, I did not come up with this on my own. Hannah and Kristin kinda started doing this before me but I thought it was a good idea, so I want to give the question-asking thing a go.

You can ask me anything. ANYTHING. Being the overly talkative person that I am I will tell you, unless you ask me where I go to school at and what my address is. It is then that I will get suspicious and try to change my identity. Yeah, I'm pretty paranoid like that.

Everyday of this week, and the next, however long it takes, I will answer the questions. But this won't work, you know, if I don't get any questions. So please please PLEASE with sugar and cherries and whipped cream on top, leave a question in the comment box.