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Now in Print! Lost Energy by Lynn Vroman

Lost Energy is now available in print at Createspace and Amazon. Coming soon to other online retailers!

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Lost Energy by Lynn Vroman

Published Feb 3 2015

Book 2 of the Energy Series

Young Adult Fantasy

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Last spring, Lena discovered who she was.

Now all she wants to do is move on—and find a way to be with Tarek, the new Warden of Arcus and the love of her life. Even though worlds separate them now, she holds onto the hope they’ll be together again. Until then, Lena focuses on being truly happy for the first time in her life…this life. She has new friends, an apartment free from her abusive father, and the chance to live a normal life.

But for Lena, the past never stays gone.

A woman from another lifetime reveals Cassondra, Exemplian’s new authority commander, is seeking revenge against Tarek for killing her brother. There is only one way to end this new threat…

This time, it will take more than Wilma to keep the monsters away. It’ll take an entire army–an army who remembers Lena from her past life, and who might just want her dead, too.

Lena’s past will shape her future more than she could ever imagine.

Now Available! Summer Confessions by Lynn Vroman

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Young Adult, Contemporary Romance, LGBT

SUMMER CONFESSIONS
By Lynn Vroman

Release Date: March 10, 2015
Published by: Untold Press

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A southern young adult LGBT contemporary romance.

Macy Diaz has managed childhood friend Jeb Porter’s crush for years. However, his infatuation turns to obsession, even putting a kid in the hospital just for hitting on her. In the past, Macy brushed it off, explained his bizarre acts away. But now she harbors a secret. She’s in love…with Jeb’s sister, Rachel.

By some miracle, Rachel loves Macy back, and despite the small minds polluting their sleepy southern town, they’re sticking together. Unfortunately, making sure Jeb never grows suspicious proves harder every day—until everything falls apart.

As a sick, unstable Jeb starts to threaten all Macy values, she is reminded of what has always been perfectly clear. Macy belongs to him, only him, and he won’t let her go. Ever.

If only Macy could’ve loved Jeb, she wouldn’t have to worry about surviving him now.

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About the Author

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Lynn Vroman

Born in Pennsylvania, Lynn spent most of her childhood, especially during math class, daydreaming. The main result that came from honing her imagination skills was brilliantly failing algebra. Today, she still spends an obscene amount of time in her head, only now she writes down all the cool stuff.

With a degree in English Literature, Lynn used college as an excuse to read for four years straight. She lives in the Pocono Mountains with her husband, raising the four most incredible human beings on the planet. She writes young adult novels, both fantasy and contemporary.

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Other Books to Enjoy by Lynn Vroman

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Tainted Energy

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Lost Energy

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Excerpt #1

Church ain’t so bad, especially since Pastor Bill brought in the cushioned pews. It was kind of nice how my butt stayed awake, even if my eyes didn’t want to. But one glance at Mama’s scowl, and I knew better than to check out while we all got our morality medicine for the week.

“…and don’t forget, y’all need to bring a dish for the Fourth of July planning party. My Jenny’s makin’ her sweet cornbread muffins.” Pastor Bill gave his wife an adoring look and patted his big belly. “Until then, I’ll see each and every one of you next Sunday.”

I smiled. The torture was over.

In polite, orderly fashion, we all filed out of the small church that had been around since Papaw first moved here in the 1960s. I did my best to avoid the obligatory handshake with the man who ruined every Sunday morning, but he was quick for a fat guy. “Buenos días, Senora Diaz.”

Crap.

Pastor Bill’s Appalachian twang hurt my ears. The way he butchered his Spanish, that damn accent making him sound like the hick he was, had me grinding my back teeth.

“Nice sermon, Pastor.” Mama didn’t understand a lick of Spanish, but she’d never let the good pastor know it. Didn’t matter to him we were as southern as every other smelly country bumpkin in Pittman Center.
“Why, thank you.” His bloated hand covered hers. “Don’t forget the party. I do love me some Mexican food.”

Dumbass. We’re Puerto Rican.

“I wouldn’t miss it for nothing.” She slid her hand out of his sweaty grasp, a forced smile on her lips.
We walked down the old cement steps toward the mowed field everyone used as the parking lot, batting at the gnats buzzing around our heads. “When you gonna tell him we ain’t Mexican?”
“As soon as you can stay awake for the whole sermon.”

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Face still burning, trying to act as cool and laidback as my friend, I shrugged and looked at Rachel. “You going, too?”
She smiled, her overbite hardly noticeable after three years in braces. “I’m being forced to by my big ape of a brother.” She nudged Jeb, who kept his eyes on me the entire time. “He promised to take me into Sevierville on Friday if I hung out with y’all today.”
I cleared my throat, hoping I didn’t sound as awkward as I felt. “What’s doing there on Friday?”
“Poetry reading. Y’all should come with.” She put her hands on her hips and held up her dainty chin. “The theme is the feminine mystique.”
Ana and Jeb rolled their eyes, while I tried hard not to nod too fast. “Yeah, I’ll go.”
Rachel beamed. “I’d like that.”
“Uh, hey, on second thought, maybe I’ll skip the movie, tag along. I could add some male mystique.” Jeb nodded in that way I’m sure he thought made him look sexy. He did have the looks, with all that blond hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. His sister had the same eyes…but bluer. So much bluer, like I could drown in them kind of blue.
Ana snorted, bringing my mind back into the kitchen.
My face grew hotter as I averted my eyes to focus on my white heels. “Sounds like a date, then.”
“I think it does,” Jeb said.
“All right, all right. Why don’t you two go round up a few others? Macy and I will head over as soon as she changes.” Ana shoved me toward the stairs, not waiting for a reply.
“So, y’all will be along soon, right?” Jeb’s deep voice followed, a hint of panic making it sound higher than usual.
“Yes, yes, just go on, now.” Ana waved him off with a laugh, and whispered, “I swear that boy can’t be more obvious.”
“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, sure you don’t.” Ana leaned closer. “When you gonna break his heart and tell him you like his sister?”

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All right, don’t do it. Don’t say nothing stupid. But the last thing I wanted to talk about was her brother. “You know how Papaw and I go deep sea fishing every year? Near the gulf?”
Oh, damn. Too late.
She tilted her head as I held out my hand for the sketchpad. After another second of hesitation, she plopped it into my hands. “Yeah?”
I adjusted her back into the original pose and continued to draw. “Well, every year, when we’re sitting on that boat in the middle of nowhere, I spend more time trying to get the right color blue on my pad than I do fishing.” I kept my eyes on the drawing, my fingers shaking a bit. “You can’t imagine how blue that water is. So clear, so deep…inviting. It takes all I got not to jump overboard and let it close over me. It’s like a Siren. You know, how the Sirens sung those sailors to their death?”
I looked up long enough to watch her nod. Her fingers weren’t twitching to cover her mouth anymore.
“Anyway, it’s so perfect, the blue? Like nothing else I’ve ever seen.” Here it comes, the nail in the coffin. “Except when I look in your eyes. That water’s got nothing on your eyes, Rachel.”
I became hyperaware. I heard the boys fighting and Ana calling them names. Listened to Jackson burp and give his opinion on starting fires, too. I also heard Rachel’s screaming silence. Nothing was as loud as that silence.

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“All right, here goes nothing.” She hopped off the rock to stand right in front of me. “You remember, after I told you, that Bubba didn’t want to see me again?”
“Yeah, and I gave him a what-for and threatened to tell Jeb if he didn’t apologize.”
She laughed a little and brushed her hair back, her fingers still shaking. “I remember. He was so scared. But he had no reason to apologize.”
“Ah, yes, he did.”
“No. He didn’t break up with me. I broke up with him.”
“Okay, I know you’re going somewhere with this, but…”
“Yes, just listen.” She took a slow breath. “After we–you know–it felt…wrong. Not wrong like ‘we shouldn’t be having sex’ wrong, but like wrong, you know?”
Impatient was too soft a word for what I felt at that moment. “No, I don’t know ’cause I never had sex before.”
“Well, I didn’t know why either up until a few months ago.” Another tear dripped from her left eye.
I jumped off the rock before I could convince myself not to and hugged her. “You can tell me anything, Rachel. I won’t tell.”
She hugged me back and buried her face in my neck. “Promise you won’t hate me.”
“Now that’s a promise I know I can keep.”
“It was wrong ’cause he wasn’t…you.”

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Cover Reveal: Into The West by J.A. Campbell

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A YA Romantic/Time Travel Adventure

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Release Date 2015

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A romantic, young adult, time travel adventure! 13+

Tina Harker is a typical teenager. She loves hanging with her friends at the mall, buying shoes, and getting manicures. Most of all, she loves horses. Her life is everything she wants until her father drags their family to Arizona. Now she’s living in a virtual ghost town in the middle of the desert, millions of miles from the nearest shopping center.
The one small highlight in the dreadful situation is the local ranch. They have a horse Tina can ride anytime she wants. Trying to make the best of her situation, Tina goes on her first cattle drive and gets a lot more adventure than she expected.
Bandits, cattle thieves, and a really cute cowboy are only the beginning as she finds out the ranch she is coming to love is in grave danger. Can Tina find the strength to travel back in time and save the ranch when her very life is on the line? It’s no simple trip to the mall, but with a little help from her cowboy, she might just save the day.

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J.A. Campbell
Julie has been many things over the last few years, from college student, to bookstore clerk and an over the road trucker. She’s worked as a 911 dispatcher and in computer tech support, but through it all she’s been a writer and when she’s not out riding horses, she can usually be found sitting in front of her computer. She lives in Colorado with her three cats, her vampire-hunting dog Kira, her new horse and Traveler-in training, Triska, and her Irish Sailor.She is the author of many Vampire and Ghost-Hunting Dog stories and the young adult fantasy series Tales of the Travelers. She’s a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Dog Writers of America Association and the editor for Steampunk Trails fiction magazine.

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Other Works by J.A. Campbell

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Cover Reveal: Killing Time by Ingrid Nickelsen

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A YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy

Killing Time

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Coming April 2015

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Book 2 of the For Better or for Worse Series

Death is the ultimate heartbreak. Evangeline never expected it to break hers after she died. No one should have to choose between their husband and their first love, but it is that choice that shatters her spirit.

She makes her choice, choosing not to transition, and finds that death can be vengeful too.
The world of the dead is far more complex that she ever knew, and facing the consequences of her actions might be the hardest obstacle yet, Fighting to survive in a world she doesn’t understand, she seeks the help of the wanderers. Time is running out as winter grips the land and her companions help her search for Will. Perhaps, if she keeps her eyes open and believes in her love enough, she will make her way back to him before the Hunters find her first.

Unexpected reunions, impossible choices, and long-hidden secrets will fill her journey with joy and sadness. It is Hunting season and Evangeline will have to fight for those she loves while remembering that cheating death always has a price.

Told from a dual perspective, Killing Time brings the For Better or for Worse series to a heart-stopping continuation in every sense of the word.

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Ingrid is a 23-year-old French girl, college student, and dreamer. She currently resides in Paris, where she spends most of her time going to museums and the movies. Despite the romantic atmosphere in Montmartre, or even the fancy cafés in the Champs Elysées, she would easily trade it all for a nice walk in the woods with her schnauzer, Golden. She is always craving adventures, and finds that books are the cheapest way to travel to far-away lands. She is inwardly convinced that words have the power to heal the worst blisters on our hearts, or at least can make us forget about them for a little while. And sometimes, it is just enough to face another crazy day.

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“Everything’s gonna be okay.”
Everything is going to be okay. I should repeat it to myself like a broken record. Everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. Why does it seem like these words have lost all their meaning?
“I promise.” He embraces my waist to push me closer to his warm chest.
“How is it going to be okay?” I shake my head, unable to restrain my tears from rolling down my burning cheeks. “How? He’s dead!”
I bury my face into his collarbone to stifle my crying, listening to nothing else but the sound of his beating heart. I feel it pounding fast and hard, matching mine. It makes me cry even more. I don’t want him to be strong for the both of us. That, too, isn’t fair.
He puts his hand on the back of my head. “I’m so sorry.”
I curl up against him and move my head slightly to glance at the dark ocean. This sandy beach is my favorite place on earth. This is where he kissed me for the first time. This is the place that always reminds me someone truly loves me, and sometimes it’s just enough to chase the hurt. This is my haven.
At least it was, until now.
I ran to meet him here as soon as my little brother released my hand in his hospital bed. I knew he wouldn’t force me to speak, and he didn’t. He just held me close. It took the time of a wave dying in the vast ocean’s arms for me to fall down in a faint, my legs quaking like an aspen leaf. His grip was so tight he fell to his knees, too, resolute not to abandon me in my rare moment of weakness.
It feels so good to be weak. I don’t care if my face is washed with tears or if I have red rims around my eyes. I need this loss of myself. I need him and my haven.
“I’m sorry, Eve. So sorry.” He sighs, clasping me tighter against him to calm me down. “I wish I could do something, anything to relieve your pain. I hate being so helpless,” he hisses between clenched teeth. “It kills me.”
I peek up at him, trying to find a light of hope, but I see nothing. Tonight, I’m more aware than anyone that love isn’t possession. It doesn’t stand still. My world can fly away in the blink of an eye, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do to fight the ruthless, cold, and brutal wind that likes to come without calling.
“I…I just want…the world to disappear,” I choke out between my sobs. The thick air is getting unbearable, harder to breathe. I press my hand against my breastbone. It hurts. It hurts too much. “I can’t live anymore, I don’t want to. Not like this. Please make it stop,” I beg him. “Just make it stop. It hurts.”
He holds my face in his hands to make sure I meet his serious gaze.
“Listen to me,” he says slowly, scanning my face as he speaks. “I’m on your side. There are times when I wish I could escape this crazy world. But you know what? It’d be a terrible mistake to switch our life off if we get the chance.”
I vaguely wipe my face with the back of my hand, lowering my gaze.
“Yes, you can be hurt and awfully bruised inside,” he continues, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Sometimes you get so scared to face the day you could suffocate. But I love you.”
His last words take me by surprise. I know he does. I just didn’t expect him to say them now.
“I love you,” he says again, his voice catching ever so slightly. He strokes my face once more. “I don’t want to switch my life off… because you are my life.”
I feel paralyzed for a brief moment. It doesn’t make any sense. Who am I supposed to thank for the love he’s offering me? Are they the same odds that are against me tonight? Those who first harm me to bless me next?
I desperately love him. I do. So much. He’s always been my hero, and logically speaking, a hero is supposed to be indestructible. He’ll be here, until the end of time. I have to be sure of that. I want to be sure of that.
“He’s gone.” I shrug sadly, more tears falling out of my eyes. “He’ll never be seventeen. I’ll never get the chance to see him anymore. Never again…It’s over.” I try to put together in a wrecked breath, willing for more comfort.
“No, he’s not. He’s right here,” he says, pointing at my hammering heart. “He’s probably in a better world now.”
I instinctively look up at the starry sky with a broken smile. I hope he is. He deserves to be.
“Eve.” He tips my chin down to hold my gaze. “Maybe now is the time to share what’s in your heart, too. There’s no forever.”
I quickly shake my head.
“Don’t say that.” I take a long, ragged breath. I really don’t know how to breathe anymore. “We have time.”
The disappointed light in his eyes is his only reply.
He bends down instead, and softly puts his lips close enough to touch mine. His hands travel up my cheeks and fondle my hair as he gives me a tender kiss. These are the ones I love the most. Our breath mingles together as I forget the world around us, and just like that, the ache begins to vanish little by little.
Not entirely, but just enough for the dizziness to take over so I may abandon myself in my most secured place.
His arms.
He knows I want to say those three words. I just need more time.

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