Ember Blog Tour
"Our fires burn
brightly for our readers and as a way to say thanks to our readers we've
launched our latest division of Entangled Teen and it's name is Ember. We have
two exciting launch titles: Darker Days by Jus Accardo and Chaos by Christine
O'Neil. Read away!" Entangled Teen Ember is a division of Entangled Teen that
specializes in digital-first YAs
Chaos by Christine O’Neil
Darker Days by Jus Accardo
Chaos:
My name is Maggie Raynard. After sixteen years being just plain
me, suddenly, when I lose my temper, my fingers become weapons of mass
destruction. Turns out I'm a semi-god, descended from Aphrodite. Sounds cool in
theory, but when I accidentally put my ex-boyfriend in a coma, things go
downhill pretty fast.
Now some new guy named Mac Finnegan has made it his mission in life to continually piss me off. I'm stuck learning how to use my new powers while also dealing with regular high school problems, and with this annoying and super-hot—guy all
up in my business, I'm about to flip out.
But it gets worse. I just learned there's this watchdog council of semis who keep an eye out for any bad apples. They think I'm the baddest one in the bunch and want to take me out before I do any more damage. My nemesis Mac might turn out to be my salvation, only he's got secrets of his own...and they may just kill us both.
Now some new guy named Mac Finnegan has made it his mission in life to continually piss me off. I'm stuck learning how to use my new powers while also dealing with regular high school problems, and with this annoying and super-hot—guy all
up in my business, I'm about to flip out.
But it gets worse. I just learned there's this watchdog council of semis who keep an eye out for any bad apples. They think I'm the baddest one in the bunch and want to take me out before I do any more damage. My nemesis Mac might turn out to be my salvation, only he's got secrets of his own...and they may just kill us both.
Darker Days
A little sin can be deadly...
Jessie Darker goes to high school during the day, but at
night she helps with the family investigation business.
Cheating husbands and stolen inheritances? They’re your
girls—but their specialty is a bit darker. Zombie in your garage? Pesky
Poltergeist living in your pool? They’ll have the problem solved in a magical
minute. For a nominal fee, of course...
When gorgeous new client, Lukas Scott, saunters into the
office requesting their help to find a stolen box, it sounds like a simple
case—until the truth comes out. The box is full of Sin.
Seven deadly ones, in fact.
They’ve got five days to recapture the Sins before they're
recalled by the box, taking seven hijacked human bodies with them. Easy
peasy—except for one thing...
There’s a spell that will allow the Sins to remain free,
causing chaos forever. When the key ingredient threatens the life of someone
she knows, Jessie must make the ultimate choice between love and family—or lose
everything.
From Chaos:
I stared out the fogged window of Mac's car, watching the
ice-crusted trees pass in a blur. Sad that, with only a few words, he'd managed
to get me into his car. Not because every time he got close, my heart beat
triple time. Or because he smelled like sin and summer rain. And definitely not
because he made my fingertips itch with the need to touch. I’d gone because I
was basically a pedophile’s wet dream. The whole "I lost my puppy, can you
get in my van to help me find it" thing? I'd be all over that like Lady
Gaga on a meat dress. Sucker.
I sat in the plush bucket seats, sulking, wondering if I'd
managed to get myself into yet another sticky situation—something I'd clearly
been on a quest to perfect lately. Mac had said what he wanted to talk about
was private and he would tell me if I went with him. But we were halfway to my
house, and he still hadn't uttered a word.
I'm not the begging type, so I resigned myself to a silent
but warm ride. Maybe he really was a psycho-stalker. I mean, I'd called him
that a bunch in my head, but I hadn't actually thought it thought. I was just toying with the idea that he might
be setting me up to make a kayak out of my skin when we pulled into my driveway
and he finally spoke.
"I need to know what happened with Eric that night.”
My heart stuttered in my chest and I dragged my gaze from
the not-so-interesting-anymore window and stared at his tense profile. His lean
jaw worked as he waited for me to respond.
“No.”
I didn’t bother explaining why and made sure to use my
strongest outside voice so he would know it wasn’t up for negotiation.
“I know what you are, Maggie. And I’m afraid I’ll have to
insist you answer my question.”
“And I’m afraid
this conversation is over.” I moved to open the door, but his hand closed over
my wrist and fury came rushing in.
"The last boy who touched me like that is laying in a
hospital bed right now hooked up to a catheter and shitting into a bag. If I
were you, I'd let go."
I had to get out of there—it was literally life or death—and
although the harshness of my words made my stomach heave, I didn't take them
back.
And he didn't let me go.
"Go for it, Magpie. Hit me with your best shot." He
squeezed my wrist tighter.
I don't know what happened next. Same as that night with
Eric. One minute I was me. Frazzled but in control to some pathetic degree. In
control enough not to try and kill someone. The next, I was like a wild animal,
caged too long without food. With a snarl, a tiny part of the thing inside me
broke loose and took. Like sucking in
a breath, it drew the love from whatever I touched into me. Only this time, it was
like trying to take from a brick wall. I could still feel Mac's energy pulsing
enticingly under his skin, but there was a very real block between us.
I gasped, jerking my hand away and staring at it like it was
a five-headed snake. The rage vacated in such a rush, it left me weak, and I
thanked the gods I hadn't hurt him.
Hell, I wished I could take credit for that, but if I could
have hurt him I would have, and that scared the hell out of me. He stared at
me, totally alive, totally unharmed. In fact, he looked pretty self-satisfied
and blasé about the whole thing.
Suddenly, all the outside pieces of the puzzle clicked into
place. I didn't know the whole of it, but the perimeter was there. Mac Finnegan
wasn't just an annoying guy at all. He was something…other.
Like me?
"What are you?" I whispered.
Christine O'Neil was born and raised in Connecticut, where
she spent most of her childhood outdoors catching salamanders, frogs and colds.
When she wasn't terrorizing Mother Nature, she was curled up under the covers
with her nose in a book. As an adult, she's stopped stalking amphibians, but
still loves books. When she isn't reading, she likes to spend her time people-watching.
In fact, she's probably watching you RIGHT NOW O_O She's also pretty obsessed
with writing YA books, but if she had to pick another profession she would be a
ninja...or a Professor of the Dark Arts. Christine also writes adult romance
under the pen name Christine Bell.
JUS ACCARDO spent her childhood reading and learning to
cook. Determined to follow in her grandfather’s footsteps as a chef, she
applied and was accepted to the Culinary Institute of America. At the last
minute, she realized her path lay with fiction, not food, and passed on the
spot to pursue writing. Jus is the bestselling author the popular Denazen
series from Entangled publishing. A native New Yorker, she lives in the middle
of nowhere with her husband, three dogs, and sometimes guard bear, Oswald.
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