Windswept is HERE y'all! And with it comes a category 5 giveaway. Don't you just love a good storm?Up for grabs:
* $50 Amazon gift card
* Custom leather Kindle cover inspired by Wildwood and hand detailed by Rockstar Custom Leather
* Signed paperback of Wildwood, book #1, with bonus swag
* Signed paperback of Windswept, book #2, with bonus swag
* Custom leather bronc halter hand detailed by Rockstar Custom Leather
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| This GORGEOUS custom ipad/kindle case and bronc halter are up for grabs! Hand-made by RockStar Custom Leather |
How do you enter? Why, spread the word about Windswept, of course! Use the Rafflecopter form below to submit your entries. The giveaway opens Tuesday, May 22nd, and ends Saturday, May 26th at the stroke of midnight. Five winners - one prize per winner - will be selected at random by Rafflecopter within 48 hours of closing, and will be contacted directly from me (jadiejoneswrites@gmail.com) by email.
Windswept is on sale NOW for just $1.99 on Amazon for Kindle. If you haven't read Wildwood yet, you're in luck, because it's also on sale for just $2.99.
Check out an excerpt from Windswept:
“Our
enemies are close," Maris whispers, her gaze shifting from me to Jayce and back again. "Too close. If we all join hands, I will be able to seal our
sounds inside so we can speak freely.”
“How do
I know you’re not an enemy, too?”
“You
don’t.” She flexes her fingers, but waits for me to decide to make contact.
“For
Pete’s sake, Tanzy. This isn’t The Bachelorette Candidates’ special edition.
You’re not getting married. You’re just casting a damn spell.” Jayce grabs my
arm with one hand and Maris’s arm with the other, and joins us together.
“There. Hashtag let’s-do-this-already,” she says, clamping her palms in ours to
complete the circle.
Maris
suppresses a smile and closes her eyes. I deny a shudder of nervousness and
force out a long, slow exhale.
“Air
and water join us here, use our light, and make a sphere. Seven colors round
and round, shield our circle, hide our sounds,” Maris commands. She repeats the
incantation two more times. The air warms and thickens. A growing charge pulses
through my arms like an electric current.
Maris
falls silent. Everything does. The mist continues to drizzle, blanketing the
muddy earth and barren trees, but the steady hiss has vanished. Even though we
sit within a few steps from the creek, I can’t hear it. With a start, I realize
it must work both ways. No sounds in. No sounds out.
“We are
safe to speak, but it won’t last long.” Maris slips her hand from mine. Her
charcoal skin is pale in places where I’d unwittingly tightened my grip. Will I
ever learn how to use the horse’s strength deliberately?
I rub
my clammy, filthy hands together, trying to make them warm enough to stop
shaking. They’re sweaty with nervousness, and the rust-colored film on my hands
rolls into beads. It’s not gritty like the dirt I clung to when I climbed out
of the ravine at Wildwood. It’s smooth, and presses flat into tiny flakes
wherever I push down.
This is
not earth.
This is
dried blood.
David
Andrews’s blood,
caked in the webbing between my fingers and crusted beneath my nails.
The
sound of his last, sputtering breath echoes in my brain. I let out a cry and
wipe my fingers violently against my dress. Copper streaks the wrinkled white
linen within seconds. The color leaves my hands, but there’s no relief from its
weight, its smell.
“What’s wrong?” Jayce’s voice is an octave too
high. “Is that blood?” She sniffs at the air. Her pupils dilate as she arrives
at her own conclusion.
I can’t
summon the focus to answer—can’t stop trying to make my hands clean. From the
expression on Maris’s face, she’s seeing the memory of me strangling Vanessa’s
husband. The image of life leaving his eyes. The nightmare I can’t wake from.
Her
gaze trains on Asher’s mark, and she brings an open palm to the brand. Heat
crawls across my chest, but I’m frozen in place. My arms don’t heed the mental
command to bat her hand away. Two of the circles turn black, shimmering like
the coming night, and then fade back into the appearance of an old scar.
“When did this happen?” She regards me with
new distance, studying my face like I’m a complete stranger.
“Vanessa
tricked me into believing her husband was attacking her. She told me he would
kill her. She set me up. She made me believe . . . I thought he was
Asher.” The confession tumbles from me, heavy and slipping.
“You’ve
killed someone?” Jayce asks, her throat constricting around the words.
“She
has taken two lives. Two of these rings belong to her now,” Maris says. Her
fingers curl. She stares past me. I risk a glimpse of Jayce, whose face falls
from brazen to defeat within a single second.
“Tell
me about the first,” Maris orders, her mouth forming a grim line.
“An
Unseen attacked Vanessa in the woods. I got between them. He picked me up by my
throat and I . . . exploded,” I whisper. “I didn’t want to kill him,
but he kept coming.” The memory plays in front of my open eyes. “If I hadn’t
killed him he would’ve killed me.”
“Doesn’t
matter. She’s useless.” Jayce shakes her head and mutters under her breath.
“I’m
not useless.” My fingernails dig into my palms.
“Yes.
You are,” Jayce growls.
“Enough,”
Maris says. “This is Hope’s fault. She chose to keep Tanzy in the dark, and
this is the price. Tanzy, you can’t kill anyone else, Seen or Unseen, for any
reason.”
“A
third kill, and you belong to Asher,” Jayce adds, focusing her icy glare on my
face.
All the
air is sucked from my lungs. I was under the impression the three circles had
everything to do with Spera. How could I have missed this? A mental path
quickly links the two lives I took, and arrives at one common denominator:
Vanessa. She’s masterminded every move I’ve made since waking with the horse’s
Vires blood coursing through my veins. She must know what will happen if I take
a third life.
It’s an insurance policy, I realize. If I won’t use the Vires strength for Asher, I can’t use it at all.
It’s an insurance policy, I realize. If I won’t use the Vires strength for Asher, I can’t use it at all.
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Tanzy's journey continues in Windswept, Book #2 in the Hightower Trilogy.
An Unseen World believes Tanzy Hightower is the
key in an ancient prophecy meant to deliver the only new birth in all of time.
They have waited a thousand years for her soul to return to life in human form.
Some of them will stop at nothing to fulfill the prophecy, and others have
sworn an oath to end Tanzy’s existence, permanently.
Tanzy’s body is compromised. Her veins are now home to the
blood of a savage, wild horse, and its instincts are becoming impossible to
control. Her world is also divided. She is determined to rescue Lucas, an
Unseen creature who has loved her since her first life, and to find her
treasured Harbor and the other stolen horses, which are bound for a
catastrophic end in a world she can’t access on her own. Yet the only allies
she has left insist she seeks refuge in a remote safe house on the Outer Banks.
While her fellow candidates beg her to stay in hiding, new
enemies work to draw her out, making it clear Lucas and the horses are hers for
the taking. But Tanzy knows all to well that when your loved ones are used as
bait, finding them is only the beginning.
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