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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Our chat with Becca Fitzpatrick is up!

We can't believe how big our chat with Becca Fitzpatrick was! Thank you to everyone who joined us and a HUGE thank you to Becca for chatting with us!! Thank you to Simon and Schuster for the great Hush, Hush prizes we were able to give away leading up to our chat.
You can find our chat here:

Hush, Hush cover week continues on Fallen Arch Angel

Our dear friends and affiliates over at Fallen Arch Angel are continuing their very cool Hush, Hush cover week. Here's a sneak peak of todays goodies:

While the cover of Hush, Hush depicts the moment Patch was banished from heaven, Crescendo's cover depicts a climatic moment in Patch and Nora's relationship. They deal with a lot of external and internal conflict in this second book, but through it all, the chemistry between them continues to broil. Almost to the point of breaking them. Crescendo's cover portrays this tension masterfully! I'm seriously so excited to reveal it! I'm going to anticipate that I'll be asked if there was a new photo shoot forCrescendo, and I'll say right now that, yes, there was.
Read more here: http://www.fallenarchangel.com/thecover/coverweekbecca.html

Waiting on Wednesday- The Demon's Covenant


We are huge fans of Sarah Rees Brennan's and love her books the Demon's Lexicon. The second in the Demon's Lexicon Trilogy will be released May 18, 2010 by Simon and Schuster.

Here's a little teaser that Sarah shared with her fans the other day:

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Lurking in alleys around the Lane, Mae thought in outrage. What did Jamie think he was doing?

She was mad about his stupidity right up until she turned the corner and actually saw him: skinny, small, his blond hair standing up in spikes that didn’t make him look any taller. Jamie always seemed a little fragile and he seemed a whole lot more fragile when he was backed against an alley wall staring up at three taller boys. The alley looked forlorn, the walls dirty and the dented, lopsided bins leaning against one another like drunks. It looked like the perfect setting for some petty crime.

Then she recognized the other boys.

Apparently Seb McFarlane wasn’t waiting to dance with Mae in the warehouse. Instead he’d decided it would be better fun to corner her brother in an alley.

The other boys were two guys she knew vaguely, part of a crowd who liked to smoke behind the bike shed and grab at clubs without asking.

Seb was tall, dark and a little dangerous, but he never grabbed. Mae had really thought he was a possibility.

Now he was stalking toward Jamie and Jamie was shrinking away, and the only possibility in Seb’s future was the possibility of being bitch-slapped by a girl.

He wasn’t all that close to Jamie yet, so that meant Jamie had backed into a wall all by himself. Which was just like Jamie.

“Out here all alone?” Seb asked. “You sure that’s good thinking, Crawford? What if you get into trouble?”

Jamie blinked. “That is a concern. I’m glad I have all you big strong men here to protect me!”

Seb shoved Jamie hard. “Your helpless act isn’t convincing me.”

“I don’t know,” another boy said lazily. “I think it’s pretty convincing, myself.”

The two boys Mae didn’t really know just seemed bored and ready to mess around, which wouldn’t have been a problem, Mae could have strolled in and made it all seem like a joke until she could whisk Jamie out of there. It was different with Seb, his big shoulders set and his voice intense. He seemed angry.

“It’s an act,” he insisted. “And you should drop it. Or maybe…” He leaned in, very focused, his eyes sharp and his voice soft. “Maybe I’ll make you drop it.”

Jamie swallowed and spoke, his voice equally soft. “I think I’m beginning to understand. Are you, um,” he said, and grinned suddenly, “are you hitting on me? Because I don’t know how to tell you this, but you’re not really my type.”

Seb stepped away from Jamie as if he’d just been informed Jamie was radioactive. “You’re not funny,” he snapped. “You’re just pathetic.”

Jamie kept grinning. “I like to think I’m maybe a little of both.”

Seb’s face twisted and his hand moved, clenched in a fist. Mae moved too but her wet shoe slid and she almost fell. Her heart was beating hard with surprise and rage, absolute rage because to keep Jamie safe she had killed someone – she kept remembering the knife and all the blood and that magician’s surprised face – and now this stupid boy dared touch him. Why didn’t Jamie do something?

That was when she felt the warm hand at the back of her neck. It was a light clasp as if a friend or a boyfriend were passing by and wished to alert her to their presence, fingers trailing over the delicate skin. The talisman she wore tucked in her corset flared into life, pain bursting like a small star against her skin. She shivered and found she could not move, not even to shiver. She was held frozen in place, like a butterfly gently caught between two fingers and then abruptly transfixed by the cruel steel point of a pin.

Her heart was beating harder than ever, loud in her ears and in her enforced stillness. She thought and almost thrilled to the thought: magic. Magic here, magic in Burnt House Lane, when she had thought it would never enter her life again.

You can read the rest here. **If you haven't read The Demon's Lexicon note there will be a spoiler or two**

You can find out more about the book and Sarah here.

We're so excited to be chatting with Sarah tomorrow night at 9 pm EST. The link will be posted tomorrow evening. Please join us in our discussion of The Demon's Lexicon here.

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