Saturday, 18 January 2014

SPOTLIGHT! Wanderers series by Jessica Miller

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Jessica is a budding new author with a passion for writing in her veins. She stems from the suburbs of Pennsylvania where most of her time is spent writing, listening to new music, or reading a good book. When not busy writing, Jessica works part–time in a salon where she enjoys making people look beautiful. You can catch up with Jessica on her blog or follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.
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The Wanderers (Wanderers #1)
Behind 372 pages
Released: 6 December 2012
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Self Published
Buy Me: Amazon  |  Smashwords
At the Other End:
What do you do when you learn your family is the one who's holding all the secrets? Secrets that could get you killed...

Ella is looking forward to starting college in the fall with her best friend Josie. She’s looking for a place where she can get away from her overbearing parents and two older annoying brothers. Unfortunately Ella realizes that sometimes the past comes back to haunt you.

Ella soon learns that the man who terrorizes her dreams is in fact real and coming after her.

When one of her classmates is murdered, Ella slowly recognizes this is not some strange coincidence. Ella fears that the boy she’s falling in love with is the one who stalks her dreams and no longer knows who she can trust.

When she finally learns the truth of her family’s deepest secret, Ella has to face her demons by taking out one of the people she thought she could trust…before they kill her.

Shhh... Take a Sneek Peek
Art history was a lot better than the last class and seemed to go bye in the blink of an eye. Hoping the next one would be as good, we got there early and set everything up. In this class we actually get to paint. I picked an easel in the back and Jack followed, taking the one on my right.
The professor looked to be about in her early fifties. Her red hair was slowly showing signs of aging with a few grays peeking out here and there, and she had some wrinkles around the eyes and mouth. She wore a long paisley skirt and a long sleeve shirt, complete with smock already covered in paint stains. She stood up to shut the door when it was time for the class to start. “Okay, today we're...” she was interrupted by someone opening the door.
I looked up to see who the late comer was. Of course, just my luck!
Tristan looked at her apologetically and the professor just shook her head and gestured for him to find a seat.
“Just take a seat,” she said smiling.
I hid behind my easel hoping he wouldn't see me. I even thought about throwing my stuff on the empty chair next to mine so he would think that seat was taken. Please don't see me; please don't sit next to me. Please don't sit next to me. I repeated over and over again, but of course my pleas were too late.
“Lucky me,” Tristan said, taking the open chair next to mine. “Don't you look ravishing?”
I ignored him and tried to pay attention to the teacher. “I don't know what to do with you?” he said shaking his head pretending to look distraught. “First you show up at my door begging to have your way with me, now you're taking the same class as me. I must say, this is very unhealthy behavior,” Tristan whispered quietly behind his easel.
“What?” I exclaimed a little louder than I intended to.
“I would appreciate not being disrupted during a lecture,” the professor raised her voice and scolded in my general direction making me sink behind my easel, embarrassed. Tristan put his finger to his mouth shushing me. I just glared at him as he pretended to be an astute student.
“Class, today I'm going to let you paint whatever you want. I want to see what you have to offer. You have the remainder of class to create whatever your heart desires.”
“You know what my heart desires?” Tristan asked me.
“It would require you to have one to hear it's desires,” I said, picking up my paint brush.
“Ouch, you're cold Ella. You know, if you ever need someone to warm up that ice in your veins, I'm your guy.”
As much as I wanted to glare at him, I couldn't help but smile and tried to hide it. He was relentless. I never met someone who was so arrogant and yet kind of intriguing at the same time. I don't know what it was about Tristan, but for some reason I started to find myself drawn to him. Maybe I was attracted to his looks, or maybe it was his eyes. When I looked into his them I could tell there was something hidden deep down, or...
“Ella, I have a hard time concentrating when you keep staring at me,” Tristan said.
“I wasn't staring,” I said, quickly looking away.
“I think you need to stop this little act.”
“What act?”
“Pretending you don't like me.”
“I'm not pretending. I don't like you.”
He turned to me and took my hand. “You don't have to fight it. You know you want to.”
“Want to what?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound more assertive, but it was hard with the way he was holding my hand.
“Kiss me,” he replied.
“Hardly,” I spat, ripping my hand from his and going back to my painting. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me, but I refused to acknowledge him.
I could see out of the corner of my eye he was sitting sideways, with his arms crossed, studying me. I tried really hard to ignore him, but failed. “What!”
“You just can't help yourself, can you?” he said, that cocky smile twitching at the corner of his lips. Thankfully by now the class was nearly over and people were packing up.
“You know what you are?” I said turning to him, finally, not able to control myself.
“Wonderful,” he said, spreading his arms wide.

“Annoying!” I cleaned up my stuff quickly and left the room before he had the chance to comment.
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Reborn (Wanderers #2)
Behind 422 pages
Released: 25 October 2013
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Self Published
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At the Other End:
Ella finally knows what she is, but now she’s not so sure she knows who she is.
With Jack still on the loose her parents have her confined to the house leaving Ella to feel like she’s stuck in a prison. Coping with the loss of her best friend and the love of her life, Ella feels trapped in an endless cycle of torment. She feels she’s doomed to lose everyone she loves. In attempt to keep her safe and help her understand her new life her parents decide that what’s best for her is to go back to school, but not just any school.
Ella’s not alone though. The school is filled with students who are just like her, including her brother Dean. Her mission is to keep herself blended in the background and out of trouble, but unfortunately Ella isn’t that lucky. With the roommate from hell, her brother constantly breathing down her neck, and being pinned right away as the outcast, Ella wants nothing more than to just crawl under a rock for the rest of her life. Even the school’s sweetheart has it in for her.
Can she overcome her fear of the unknown? Will she ever learn to accept who she is? The most important thing Ella is concerned about is just surviving the semester at Hamilton Hill.

Shhh... Take a Sneak Peek
We spent most of the night playing pool and drinking. Dean ended up getting these shots called car bombs. “You do this and you’re officially in the boys club,” Dean said. I dropped my shot in the beer like he told me and downed the drink before they even started. “Damn Ella, welcome to the boys club,” Dean and Xander cheered, clanking their glasses together.
   After a few more car bombs, I could barely see straight. Xander and Dean seemed to be in the same predicament. We tried horribly to play pool but gave up after realizing none of us could even hold a stick straight. I pulled Xander over to an open area and made it a dance floor. Dean followed, pushing us aside, insisting he had the best moves. It was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen. “That’s what you call dancing?” I laughed.
   “Like you could do better?” he challenged.
   I shoved him out of the way and did the best I could without falling over. ”Damn girl, shake it!” The creep from earlier called. “Oh, come on honey, don’t stop. I was enjoying the show.” I ignored him again and started to move closer to Xander but the creep jumped up and grabbed me. “Dance with me sugar.” Dean, Xander, and Gabe instantly rushed over to me. “Whoa! Relax guys I was just having some fun.” He let me go and put his hands up defensively.
   They boys backed down and I turned to walk away again when the creep smacked me on my backside. Gabe was about to strike when Xander stopped him. “Wait, she can handle this guy,” he told Gabe. Feeling confident, I turned around and fixed the creep with a scowl.  He smiled wide, exposing his summer teeth (some of them are there some of them aren’t). He also had the worst comb over I have ever seen. I smiled back my sweetest smile and swung.
   Unfortunately, I missed. My coordination was off just a bit.
I swung so hard I spun around and lost my balance. Gabe caught me before I did a face plant on the floor. “Miss Ella, I don’t think it’s wise for you to engage with this character.”
   “I got this,” I said, turning back around and facing the creep who was now laughing at me for my failed attempt.
   “Wanna try again,” he taunted. “I like it rough.” He bent down closer to me. “I’ll give you a free shot. Go ahead, hit me right here.” He pointed to his cheek, laughing. I did not like being antagonized and this guy was really pissing me off. He straightened himself out and turned his back, ready to walk away. I tapped him on the shoulder and he pivoted to face me. I could feel the boys getting ready. I signaled with my finger for the creep to come closer. He smiled that toothless smile as I put my hands on his shoulders, more or less for leverage.
   I looked him in the eye, smiled, and then slammed my knee into his groin. He fell to the ground crying out in pain. Xander and Dean were surprised and proud at the same time even though I know they cringed a little at my low blow. Gabe had a big smile on his face nodding his head in approval. I dusted off my hands and smiled, proud of myself.
   “Bitch!” the creep yelled, lunging for me. I yelped as Gabe yanked me out of the way and shoved the guy to the ground. The creep bounced back quickly and made a pathetic attempt to take on Gabe. He hit him in the jaw and it was like watching a rubber ball bounce off a brick wall. I think it would have to take a bulldozer to take down Gabe.
   The creep shook his hand out like he broke it. He looked stunned. Clearly he had thought he packed enough power in that punch to knock him out. The creep’s friends noticed the failed attempt and felt the need to join in. Xander and Dean came to stand beside Gabe and before I knew it chaos broke out. “Ella, get out of here!” they yelled.
   I couldn’t move though. People were getting thrown left and right. Some guy jumped in front of me and grabbed my arm. I shrieked and reached for a bottle on the bar, smashing it over his head. I’ve seen people do this in the movies a million times and thought it would work, but all it did was stun him for a second.
   He looked at me grinning as blood dripped from his forehead. “Ella!” Dean yelled throwing me a pool stick before he was socked in the face. I caught it and cracked the guy on the side of the neck with it. He barely flinched. I hit him again and again and again. “Why…Won’t…You…Just…Fall…Down!” I yelled.
   Frustrated and out of breath, I grabbed a beer mug off the bar – this was definitely heavier than a beer bottle. I nailed him right on the side of his head. He stumbled and fell down. “It’s about damn time!”
   “Nicely done,” Dean said, coming up next to me. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He started pulling me out as I yelled for Xander and Gabe. In the process of our escape, some big, brooding, bald man knocked Dean into me so hard I fell on my butt.
   “That’s it!” I stood up and brushed myself off. The guy that pushed Dean now had him in a headlock and Xander and Gabe were too busy fending  off the other goons to help intercept. Having enough of this debauchery, I picked up a chair and bashed it over the back of the guy who had Dean. The chair shattered into pieces upon impact. He dropped like a fly releasing Dean. Dean looked at me wide eyed before I started to push him out the door. Gabe and Xander fought their way out as we ran to the car. Gabe hoped in the driver seat and peeled out before I even had my door closed.
   Once we got enough distance from the bar and knew we were all safe, Xander started to laugh and then Dean joined him. “What is so funny?” I asked, not finding the humor in this.
   “Who would have thought our li’l sis was a scrapper?” Dean said, laughing harder.
   “Hey, I saved your butt!” I said, still not thinking this was funny.
   “You definitely are a McCallister,” Xander joked ruffling my hair.
   “Yeah have fun using that as an excuse to explain this to mom,” I told him. At the moment I wasn’t so crazy about going home.
   “I’m just glad you didn’t puke,” Dean said.
   “I thought you were going to when that guy hit you in the stomach,” I said, teasing Dean.

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