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#Giveaway:  E.D. Walker, Serena Zane

#Giveaway: E.D. Walker, Serena Zane

Welcome to the Dear Author August Extravaganza, Day 10.

Every day this month, we are giving away copies of books, both digital and print, as well as gift certificates and even a digital reader. Stay tuned to this link to see all of the giveaways. They only last a few days each so keep visiting.

From Author E.D. Walker

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A YA heroine who doesn’t take crap from anyone, a conflicted hero learning for the first time in thousands of years how to do the right thing, and a Battle Royale between two ancient supernatural pantheons.

“Heir to the Underworld” by E.D. Walker is a YA fantasy romance for people who like their heroines strong, their heroes angsty, and their gods meddlesome in the worst possible way.

Night Owl Reviews had this to say about “Heir to the Underworld”:

“I really enjoyed this book…All the characters are funny and real, and both of our protagonists get their own say. Freddy, despite her odd name, is very relatable and genuine; you never get the feeling that she shows any emotion that would not be completely justified for any of the odd situations she seems to find herself in. She’s strong and persistent, yet she is always just a (relatively normal) 16-year-old girl.”

Read the rest of the review here.

Feisty Frederica Fitzgerald is one day shy of her sweet sixteen when she’s nearly run over by a tall, dark dreamboat on a big black horse. Freddy can deal with the running over part—no harm done. The problem is the rider, Mr. Sex Bomb himself: Polydegmon, son of Hades and heir to the Greek Underworld.

Freddy’s hooked on Polydegmon from the start (although dude, togas went out of style several thousand years ago), being near him is enough to make her tingle down to her toes. But he’s got secrets he isn’t sharing, and trouble follows him closer than his own shadow: rabid dogs running around the suburbs, insane crows stalking Freddy and, worst of all, the feral fairies of the Wild Hunt trolling her hometown for their next bit of human game.

The closer Freddy gets to Deg, the weirder her life becomes, until Freddy discovers something about her own past that changes everything she ever thought she knew about herself. And her world…

To learn more about this and E.D. Walker’s (aka Beth Matthews) other books visit: bethmatthewsbooks.com

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From Author Serena Zane

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Agent Lucy Montgomery’s twin brother is missing, and an art thief is on the loose. Lucy is part of an underground law enforcement agency called F.I.U.W. – Forced Intelligence of the United World, a privately-funded anti-terrorist organization. When she discovers that her brother was involved in a case involving art theft from International Museums, Lucy devises a scheme to get him back.

Everything falls to pieces when they learn the thieves they’re dealing with are much more than they appear. Hormones are on full tilt with the sudden appearance of Agent Kevin Garrett, her ex-teammate, and the man she’s named the Ice King. Lucy must deal with her feelings and put aside an old grudge to save her brother, and solve the case he was working before tragedy takes over.

Serena Zane is a best-selling eclectic author who writes Paranormal Romance, Action/adventure Romance, and Sweet Romance. She lives with her husband and son in the Northwest. She works hard at her full-time job, plays hard, and spends her time studying the Middle Ages, crossing swords on the battlefield in a re-creationist organization called the Society for Creative Anachronism, Inc (SCA); and writing.

To check out what Serena is up to via Twitter or Facebook – friend her twitter: @serenazane or facebook.com/serenazane – and check out her website where she maintains a blog & often participates in giveaways. 

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First Page: Fear Week

First Page: Fear Week

Welcome to First Page Saturday. Individual authors anonymously send a first page read and critiqued by the Dear Author community of authors, readers and industry others. Anyone is welcome to comment. You may comment anonymously. You can submit your own First Page using this form.


The girl drifted just above him, her arms flailing as she struggled to reach for a handhold.

Through the forward view-ports, as Adrian’s ship soared east in its orbit across the Atlantic, the immense circle of the horizon glowed against the blackness of space. Far below, he could see most of Britain, its shape so familiar that it just meant, ‘home’. Across the North Sea, Scandinavia’s green lay dusted with snow, its splintered coastline of fjords disappearing beyond the curve of the northern horizon.

The girl’s hand darted in front of Adrian’s eyes, momentarily covering the praying-woman shape of the Baltic Sea, which was just sliding into view. Beyond the Baltic lay the Soviet Union, a dark zone, laden with nuclear missiles and bombers.

Adrian reached out, grabbed one of the girl’s legs and pulled her towards him. His arms slid up to her waist and her slender body in its silver spacesuit pressed against him. Her forehead bumped against his.

“Oops!” the girl murmured, her face close. Her glowing brown hair swayed out around her head as if she were under water. She felt warm, soft, against him. Her eyes were beautiful. Adrian tried not to tremble with excitement. He felt his willy twitching as her mouth–

A piece of chalk struck him on the head. He heard a ruler bang against a bench top.

“Adrian Thorby, can you tell the class who first described acid-base reactions?”

He was back in 1962. Beyond the classroom windows, across Maybury Road, terraced houses ran eastwards towards the docks, the lines of roofs broken only by a single bombsite, like a ripped out stitch. Adrian, adept at letting his mind wander while listening for occasional fragments of the teacher’s words, turned towards the front. The room was a sickly pale green, the paint faded and frothy with age. Across its battered benches, ancient grey floor and pimply young boys, Mr Greatacre’s stony face gazed at him.

“Lavoisier, Sir,” Adrian replied, pronouncing the French name cautiously in his northern accent: Lav-war-zayer. He added another bit of information he had picked up: “He got his head chopped off, Sir. In the French revolution, Sir.”

“Very good, Thorby,” Mr Greatacre said, with a glint of humour in his cold eyes. “Perhaps you can tell us what you were day-dreaming about while I’ve been talking?”

Adrian considered his answer.

“Spaceships, Sir,” he replied. “I was thinking about John Glenn orbiting the earth in his Mercury capsule, Sir.”

The Mercury capsule had disappointed Adrian: a primitive spacecraft barely worthy of the name. It was not his vision of the future.

“Well, Thorby, I understand how exciting spaceships might be to you, but today you need to focus on a couple of acids and some other interesting substances I’ve prepared.”

Mr Greatacre leant forward and rapped his knuckles on his desk. “But if I’m going to let you near dangerous chemicals in my laboratory, I want you paying full attention! Is that clear, lad?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you are particularly not to fantasise about girls!”

The class howled with laughter.

The science teacher always seemed to know their thoughts. Mr Greatacre was the most formidable teacher in the school, though he never caned or struck any of the boys.

Turning to the blackboard, Mr Greatacre continued, “Now, I’m going to describe some examples of acid-base reactions. We’ll start with nitric acid and copper oxide.”

Sitting next to Adrian, his friend Tim Hebblebeck muttered, “I bet I know what you were really thinking about, Adrian.”