Author: Rebecca Ethington (page 1 of 28)

Daring Hearts and Through Glass

First, before I get into the info for today.. please note… A DAWN OF ASH UPDATE IS COMING TOMORROW!!

Kay, now that that is out of the way… Daring Hearts and Through Glass

11289121_828952423862323_2688692678806246271_o

I don’t know if you have heard by now but Through Glass #9 is going to be available exclusively through the Daring Hearts box set for the first few weeks.

Now, I know that may seem like a bad thing, but it’s good I promise you. Because not only do you get Through Glass a few weeks early, but you also get 13 other books and novellas… all for the same price of just the one Through Glass Novella…. now that is quite a deal.

So, if you haven’t gotten your copy do so now and continue the story with Lex and Travis… things are getting a bit crazy…

And, if you can’t wait… here is the first 500 words of Episode 9 – but a WARNING. If you haven’t read up to eight yet… you may want to skip this SPOILERS ARE AHEAD.

Go snag your copy!

Join the Daring Hearts Facebook group for a chance to win new prizes everyday https://www.facebook.com/groups/daringheartsboxset/

11825971_10155994671335441_696414967181718168_nTHROUGH GLASS EPISODE NINE

The First Five Hundred Words 

Cohen Blakemore.
Artist.
College Boy.
Crush fodder.
Next door neighbor to my husband as he was growing up.
Desperately in love with my sister-in-law, just as she was to him.
I had heard stories about him even before Alexis had shown up. Even back then, Travis had revered him as some kind of older brother, the guy he had emulated beyond all others and had even tried to fit in with his high school group of friends at one point. His boy crush had been that bad, but nothing compared to Alexis’s.
Of course, I was sure staring at him through a window for years had done its own to help things along. They had all been cute stories, ones about another life, about loves that couldn’t be and futures that had seemed so certain before the sky had gone black.
I had seen the painting Lex kept rolled up in her bag. I had watched her panic as she realized the drawing on her wrist had faded, a little thing bearing the same signature on the painting. I had made the connection, even if she hadn’t told me.
He was her reason for still fighting.
He was her reason for facing the dark world.
She loved him. Love. To her, love seemed possible before the monster carried his dead body away.
Dead.
They all thought he was dead. Travis had thought he died in the initial attack. Alexis thought he had died when he had been carried away by the Tar. I was sure he had thought he had died, too. Even if he hadn’t before, he did now while watching the tubes the same as I did, lying feet from me, strapped to the same type of machine I was, his future being designed for him as mine was for me.
The clock on our survival was ticking down in time with the pulse of the machine as it slowly sucked our life away. For the moment, we were alive. For the moment, we were human. For the moment, we could figure out a way to get out of this demented prison, fight Abran, and get back to the ones we loved, who just so happened to be traveling together, I might add. Sometimes, fate worked in your favor. Sometimes, she smiled down on you and sent you the boy Alexis had been searching for, sent you the assistance you needed. And, even then, sometimes, she was cruel and malicious.

Daring Hearts are coming!

11289121_828952423862323_2688692678806246271_o

Hello everyone! My name is Rebecca Ethington – and welcome to my blog! Don’t mind the dust everything here is under a little bit of construction… but I guarantee it will all be pretty real soon.

So, wipe the dust off of a seat and make yourself at home, and welcome to my little stop on the daring hearts blog hop!

Woot! Woot!

In case you haven’t heard of me before I write Young Adult fiction,  mainly fantasy and paranormal – but I’ve been known to hop around a bit! You may have seen my Imdalind series around, but for this box set, my readers, as well as any new ones, are getting the next episode of the Through Glass (#9) novella series a whole month before it will be released on it’s own!

And trust me, after you read #8 (due out this July 10th) you aren’t going to want to wait.

So, make sure you pick up your copy of Daring Hearts and not only will you get #9 early, but a whole bunch of other, very awesome, new releases as well.

You don’t want to miss it, so make sure to preorder now for only 99C!

Amazon ~ B&N ~ iBooks

If you haven’t started Through Glass yet- now is the perfect time! The first three episodes are free on all platforms. Go get ’em and make sure to read them all before Daring Hearts come out and Through Glass #9 is available!

Amazon ~ iBooks ~ Nook ~ Kobo

ThroughGlass-Amazon-GR-SW-omni-1Everyone remembered the day the sky went black. The day the sun was wiped from the sky. They remember the wind as it brought in the darkness; the way the earth shook and everything changed.

Everyone remembered the screams as the darkness ate those who were out in the open, those who had surrounded themselves by light, and those who made noise.

Everyone remembered the voice from the sky and the way food disappeared.

At least, that’s what I hoped. I hoped that there was an ‘everyone’ that would remember because I am not sure how many are left, how many survived. Or if anyone did.

I hoped that I wasn’t alone.

I remembered that day.

I remembered because it was the day I became alone.

It was the day that everything was perfect until the monsters took it away. Then the house went silent and the birds stopped singing. It was the day when everyone disappeared, everyone except the boy, the only person I have seen in two years.

The boy I talk to through the glass.

To celebrate the coming release of Daring Hearts, the authors; RaShelle Workman, Christine Kersey, Lila Felix, Elle Strauss, Cindy Hogan, Julie Alexander, and Rebecca Ethington, we are offering two grand prizes: a Kindle White and a Kindle Fire, plus each author has their own special giveaway today – so make sure to visit everyone! To enter, simply fill out this rafflecopter giveaway. The more times you enter, the more chances you have to win. Good luck everyone!!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Rules
Open internationally 
• If you win, you must claim your prize within 48 hours or the prize will be re-drawn
• You must be 16 years or older, or have the permission of a guardian to enter
• Only entries submitted through the rafllecopter will qualify as an entry.
• No purchase necessary. Bloggers, please feel free to copy and paste this post for your own blog! 
In addition to the great prizes above, each blog is offering an individual prize of your choice. So make sure to go through every stop in the hop. From here make sure to the next stop in the blog tour, Amber Argyle.
Have fun everyone and make sure to pre-order your copy of the Box Set!

 

 

My thoughts on today…

And how…

And also, why… I mean… it’s april.

 

Oh well, at least its pretty.

The tale of Burnt Devotion and the paperback monster…

And quite a tale it is…

You see, I had fully expected to get the paperback out at the same time as the ebook. I have done it every other release (give or take a few days) so why should this one be any different right?

Wrong.

So wrong.

In fact I was so wrong that here we are a few days after the ebook release and I’m still trying to get the darn thing out on paper.

Why you ask? Well, thats easy… or rather not. You see, every formatting issue that could go wrong we have encountered, and as much as I have tried to plow through them my darling cover designer has taken ill. So we wait.

No, I said we wait. Don’t be so dramatic.

So we wait and we prepare, and even though it is taking some time, know that the paperback of the book is coming – and will be here before you know it! Until then, make sure to pick up your ebook if you haven’t already!

Happy reading everyone!

BURNT DEVOTION IS NOW AVAILABLE!!

It’s here!! After over a year! It’s here!!

Can you believe it? After all that waiting… after all that furious writing and brain melding and crazy Sain changing all my plans…

It’s here!

And to think – I’m about to go into the cave and do it all over again to get Dawn of Ash into your hot little hands.

And I couldn’t be more excited!

So, if you haven’t picked up your copy of the book, now if the time to do it. Yes, mostly because it is out and available… but also because there is still a little bit more time to get those special bonus scenes at the back.

And you know you want those… Ilyan and Rosaline… Yes you do…

So, go buy it now if you haven’t already. and make sure to leave a review when you are done!

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000038_00070]

I’m Alive!!

And with only a week to go too!

I know, I know. I’ve been far to “magical” lately. And by magical I really mean that I’ve done the disappearing part quite nicely.

But I assure you, I am here and I am quite alive and well. I have just been so focused on getting this book done.

What book you say? Well, Burnt Devotion of course.

And it’s done – and whats more – it comes out in a week. And I am all in a tizzy.

Massive amounts of tizziesness.

But it’s ready… it’s coming… and what’s more – when you preorder you get an additional scene from Ilyan – and from Rosaline as well… Trust me… you don’t want to miss this.

GO GRAB YOUR COPY!! There are only days left people!!

 

Valentines Day YA Hop!!

2620183_orig

Hello Everyone and Happy Valentines Day!!!

I am so excited to be participating in this amazing YA authors blog hop! Not only because I write and love YA but because I love valentines day too!!! Woot!!

This is an all day event, traveling through an amazing host of YA authors, this is the 5:30 pm (CST) stop… but make sure to visit all of them so as to get more chances to win.

Yes, I said Win… so make sure you read through everything, find the secret words, and enter through the rafflecopter. Woot!

Now, Down to the fun – I am so excite dot bring you one of my FAVORITE authors on my portion of the stop. My literary twin…

RACHEL HIGGINSON!!!!

She has sent me an exclusive teaser from Season Three, Episode Five of her AMAZEA-BALLS Love and Decay series. Yes, I said AMAZEA-BALLS…

So watch this post for all your secret words, hashtags, and codes. You are going to need them!

The next and FINAL stop is Quinn Loftis at 6:00 pm CST so make sure you go back and visit all the stops to this point (links at the bottom)

GOOD LUCK!!!!

463080f8282b08b655e385070a1523f36d15efaf

Love and Decay, Season Three, Episode Five

Chapter Four

Hendrix

I glared at the door for a moment before turning back to the fire. Nobody better follow me out here. I wasn’t in the mood.

I had reached my goddamn limit.

Page was gone.

Page was gone.

Page. Was. Gone.

There were many other things I should focus on tonight while I couldn’t do anything about the Page situation.

I needed to mentally work through our time in Mexico and get my mind straight. I needed to figure out how to survive the rest of this shitty country.

And keep my family alive.

All of us alive.

And I really, really needed to stop obsessing over every goddamn thing that Reagan did or said or thought.

That woman was messing with my mind. In the worst ways.

I shivered from the fever coating my skin. The sunburn and the cool desert air felt unforgivingly abrasive tonight. I hadn’t been able to stomach the idea of putting a shirt on after my shower earlier.

After way too long in the same filthy clothes, my skin needed to breathe. Not to mention the damage the brutal sun had wrought on my forearms, face and neck. The heat from the fire was at odds with the cold breeze. My skin did not appreciate the constant back and forth from hot to cold.

My heart didn’t either.

Really? My heart.

Goddamn it, Reagan. Get out of my head.

I just had to suffer through this night. Tomorrow we would get Page back- because there was no alternate scenario- and then I could get my mind right.

I would be able to think clearly again.

Or as close to clearly as I could get these days.

The door to the house opened and closed. I glanced over to find Reagan walking towards me.

I sucked in a fortifying breath and tried to turn back to the fire.

Tried and failed.

The moonlight shone down on her as if it had chosen this moment to spotlight only her. The rest of the desert faded into black oblivion behind her. She was lit with milky moonlight, the soft glow caressing her dark hair and familiar figure.

She had been beaten up today. Her face and arms were scraped and raw and she clearly favored one side of her body. She looked exhausted from the last week or the last several years or maybe just from today. And her clothes didn’t exactly fit her.

Yet she was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and the need to avenge every wrong thing done to her vibrated through my body with ferocious intensity.

I struggled to swallow down the lump in my throat caused by this ethereal vision of her. She didn’t seem human in this moment, she didn’t seem real.

She was so much more than a girl or a woman or anything my mortal mind could come up with. She was beyond human, beyond this ugly reality.

Beyond me.

She stopped on the other side of the fire and when her gaze wandered my way, I finally found the will power to stop watching her like a crazy stalker.

Echoes of insecurities and my deepest fear bounced around in my head. Those feelings, those ugly, disgusting, misplaced feelings always went back to him. Kane. To what he did to her.

To what he did for her.

I would never become him. And in the same breath, I would never be him. She would never return to me because I wasn’t him.

Over the last few months, I had finally started to empathize with the bastard. To have Reagan and to lose her…

But this was my choice. I did this to us. I left her.

She hadn’t given me a choice, but the result was the same. I lost her. And I would regret that every day for the rest of my life.

But I also wouldn’t subject myself to her games. Or her capricious heart.

Somewhere in the muck and mire of my confusion, I had pride. I had self-respect.

I reminded myself of those things long enough to feel my will return to me. It was harder these days. It was harder to remember why I kept my distance and why we could never be together. It was getting harder to ignore the way my body responded to her touch and my mind tuned in to her voice. I wanted to stop thinking about her, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I wanted to bury my feelings for her and move on.

But it felt like she forced herself in front of me every single chance she got. I swear she got people to try to kill her on purpose.

Sometimes I thought she wanted to die just to spite me. She was so damned determined to sacrifice herself at every opportunity without a care for what she would leave behind… who she would leave behind. And this goddamn world kept giving her plenty of opportunities.

She had no idea how hard I fought for her, how hard I would fight for her. She had no idea how unwilling to give her the death wish she wanted I was.

But I supposed, sooner or later, she would figure it out.

I stretched my hand at my side and tried to erase the memory of her holding it in hers. My leg burned where her fingers had been. Over the last week, my walls had been battered and broken. The careful boundaries I’d put in place were breeched and I was on the verge of breakdown.

I could feel my resolve withering. I could sense my neediness and pathetic pining catching up with me.

If she kept this up, I would snap. It was only a matter of time.

“Are you okay?” Her words were overly loud and jolted me out of my thoughts.

For all of my constant watching, I hadn’t noticed she’d moved closer to me. “What makes you think I’m not okay?”

She lifted one of her shoulders and buried her chin in it, “A hunch?”

Breath punched out of me and I ran my hands through my hair, wishing I was strong enough to rip it from the roots. “I’m that obvious?”

This time she couldn’t hide her smile. “Slamming the door didn’t help.”

I swallowed and confessed some truth, “I can’t stand waiting. Page is out there. Alone. And I can’t do anything to help her until tomorrow. I want to go now. I want to tear this country apart until I find her. I want to destroy every single person that stands in my way and I want to do it with my bare hands.”

She straightened, her shoulders pushing back and her chin lifting. I waited for her judgment… for her disappointment. I had just revealed some of the ugliest parts of me and I knew it was too much for her. For anyone.

As it should be.

This world had turned me into a shadow of my former self. I hardly recognized myself anymore. I couldn’t expect Reagan to find the good man I used to be buried beneath all the shit and decay of this place.

She shocked the hell out of me though. “I want to do the same thing.”

I spun towards her, anxious to find the truth or the lie in her eyes.

She met my gaze and admitted, “I want to hurt every single person that took her away from us. Hurt them until they stop breathing.”

I suddenly couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t think and I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. If she wanted to look at me like that there would be consequences.

“I didn’t expect you to understand.” I hated how weak my voice sounded- how weak I sounded. This girl tied me up in knots. I was lucky to still be standing.

I felt her temper flare as if it were heat against my side or an earthquake beneath my feet. “Why not? We’re all desperate to get her back. We’re all tired of this country and these hardships and all of these people that keep trying to kill us. You’re not alone. Don’t ever think you’re alone.”

I chewed on those words for a second before deciding to push her. If she wanted to play this game with me then I was going to make her finish it. She couldn’t get away with this half-hearted compassionate bullshit.

She needed to know me.

All of me.

“Sometimes my violent thoughts scare me.”

When her fingers touched my bare skin, I couldn’t figure out who was shaking harder.

“Mine, too,” she whispered. “This world has changed me. I can’t even recognize myself anymore.”

She was in my arms before I decided to put her there. I couldn’t let her talk like that. I couldn’t let her give in to those ugly insecurities that seemed to haunt her so ferociously.

When her tears hit my chest, I thought she might have permanently damaged me. A spidery splinter fissured through me, from head to toes. I couldn’t let her feel this way.

No matter what had happened in our past or how we felt about each other today, I couldn’t stand the idea of her crying over what she had done to survive.

She was the strongest person I knew and she was justified in all of her actions.

Except for maybe that thing with Kane.

I would not stand up for her there.

But other than that, she protected those that she loved and she fought tooth and nail for a better life. Those were not crimes.

They were not sins.

So I gave her the one thing she needed. The one thing I needed the most too. “I recognize you,” I promised her. “I see you and know exactly who you are.”

She wrapped her arms tighter around me and said words that would sooth my soul for a very long time, “I see you too.”

I didn’t think she meant for me to hear her. She said it as quietly as she could, but I was attuned to everything about her.

Besides, those words meant so much to me that I had to pause for a minute to make sure they were real. To make sure I didn’t make them up in my head just because they were what I wanted to hear.

I pulled back to look at her, to gage her expression myself. All that stared back at me was conviction and beauty.

I needed to get away from her before I did something I would regret.

Instead, I found myself saying, “I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve expected you to die. It is slowly killing me.” When she trembled in my arms, I surged forward, uncaring of the consequences, “I will not survive without you.”

“Her hand reached up to lay over my heart. Her palm was hot against my cold skin. Her fingers stretched wide and made me feel things I had tried and failed to bury. “Don’t let me die,” she begged, the emotion transparent in her broken tone. “Don’t let me leave you.”

Did she honestly think I would? The fissure deepened into a cavern that stretched beyond me. “I can’t, Reagan,” I said honestly. “I tried to let you leave. I am not a strong enough man to let you go.”

Her eyebrows raised and I realized I had said too much.

She opened her mouth and started to say, “I need you to know that-”

But I didn’t want to hear the rest. I didn’t want to hear her excuses or listen to her grieve Kane.

Or even say his name. If she said his name right now I would need to destroy something valuable.

Preferably priceless.

With my bare hands.

So I did the only thing I wanted to do. The only thing I had wanted to do for a very long time.

I kissed her.

Maybe that made me stupid. Or maybe it made me a glutton for punishment. Maybe it was just that she had made me fall in love with her so deeply that I would forever be bound to her.

No matter how hard I fought it.

The moment I tasted her sweet lips, I knew I’d made a colossal mistake. Except I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to do anything but keep kissing her… keep tasting her… keep worshiping at the altar of every co-dependent, f-ed up tendency of mine until we both died from lack of oxygen.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

And that was why this was a mistake. I had denied myself long enough that I had convinced myself I could live without this.

I could survive without her.

But now I realized the truth of us… the truth of me. I was a liar.

A terrible liar.

My lips moved over hers, my tongue tasting her tongue, my hands touching her skin, my heart beating in tandem with hers… and everything wrong and misdirected about me clicked back into place. I was suddenly the man I was supposed to be. I was suddenly the man I wanted to be.

Reagan awoke something inside of me that lay dormant without her, some great, purposed being that fought valiantly and lived righteously. Separate we were lost, broken people.

Together we were right.

She was not a perfect girl. I had a running list of reasons why I should stay away from her.

But with my mouth on hers, I felt all of those imperfect pieces and wanted her still. She was strong and she was afraid. She was smart and she was naïve. She was beautiful and yet she was broken. She was life and she was death.

I let my hands roam over her, touching her as much as possible. My teeth nipped at her lip, her jaw the column of her throat, but I couldn’t slow my aggressive pursuit of her. It was as if I wanted to convince her to come back to me in this one kiss.

My mind warred with my heart and I tried desperately to sort through the thick confusion blanketing my thoughts. My body wanted this more than it had ever wanted anything before. And my heart didn’t need to be persuaded.

She tasted better than anything I could remember. Her body felt right in my hands. She felt like perfection against me. Out of all of the ugliness I had seen lately, she was so achingly lovely that my body shook from the force of my want.

My need.

I trailed kisses over her mouth, across her jaw and to that delicious place at the base of her throat. I stayed there, breathing her in, memorizing the taste and touch of her skin. Her arms held me tightly… possessively… familiarly and I never wanted to leave this moment.

I wanted to stay here with her forever and forget about every single thing that had come between us.

It was suddenly too much. That thought sent me reeling over the edge, back into the sanity I should never have left.

I wanted to stay here, but I couldn’t.

There were too many things between us. There were mountains and miles and a thousand reasons to never have touched her again.

My frustration and anger welled inside of me, threatening to tear me apart. It pushed its way out of me, forcing a groan of pure, unfiltered agony.

I stepped back. I couldn’t stay this close to her and continue to think clearly. I had to get away from her.

I had to leave. Now.

“I’m sorry,” I bit out. But I wasn’t.

“For what?” Confusion flitted over her features and I wanted to eat my own words.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” This time it was the truth. I might not be sorry for it, but I still shouldn’t have done it.

She took a step towards me, frustration and determination radiating off her. I knew I had to end this. I wanted to believe I was immovable… indestructible, but she could ruin me.

She could destroy me.

As we descended into an argument where I shared more truth with her than I had been brave enough to confess yet, I felt my chest tighten and constrict with so much pain that I could have sworn I was having a heart attack.

It physically hurt me to say these things to her… to end it so completely with her.

Even after all of this time.

By the time I escaped into the house, I was barely holding it together. I wanted to rip the door off the hinges and anything else that stood between her and me.

I wanted to obliterate all of the barriers between us and make her mine again.

But at the same time I knew that none of that was possible. I had built those walls for a reason. I had put this distance between us for a reason.

And I would be more vigilant than ever to maintain that space between us.

I had let my lips taste the forbidden fruit and now I faced death like never before.

The slow, sinful death of a woman that would always be the beginning and the end of me.

I might fight it… her… this. But even if I lost she would still feel like winning.

I don’t know about you, but I’m on ‪#‎cloud nine‬ (see what I did there….)

rachel_profile_pic

Author Bio:
Rachel Higginson is the creator of The Star-Crossed Series, Love & Decay Novella Series, The Starbright Series, The Siren Series, Bet on Us and the soon to be released, The Five Stages of Falling in Love! She is also the co-creator of the podcast “Zach & Rachel Take Over the World.”

She was born and raised in Nebraska, and spent her college years traveling the world. She fell in love with Eastern Europe, Paris, Indian Food and the beautiful beaches of Sri Lanka, but came back home to marry her high school sweetheart. Now she spends her days raising four amazing kids. In the few spare moments she has to herself, she is either reading for hours on end or writing her own stories.

NOW! Enter this awesome giveaway… You know you want too….

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Make sure to visit all the other stops on our hop today to gather all the hashtags and gain your chance to WIN!! Good Luck everyone and Happy Valentines Day!!

http://www.gpching.com/
https://ambergarza.wordpress.com/
http://www.misstammywrites.com/
http://heatherlyons.net/
http://shellycrane.blogspot.com/
www.cameorenae.blogspot.com
http://www.amyabartol.com/
http://authorjamiemagee.blogspot.com/
http://www.rachelhigginson.com/
http://www.anneeliot.com/
http://authorlilafelix.blogspot.com/
http://www.quinnloftisbooks.com/

Older posts

© 2015 Rebecca Ethington

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑