Book 3 MIND: The Reckoning is almost here! Only one more day until the book release and event party on Facebook! Here's the link if you haven't joined yet!
Giveaways will start early in the morning on Tuesday and most will be open for a whole week to give everyone time to enter for a chance to win. Event party starts at 6:30PM EST!
I'll be giving away SIGNED Paperbacks, Ebooks, T-Shirts and Giftcards! Books 1 & 2 will be on sale for a week AND I will also be sharing the cover and book trailer for the 4th Book MIND: The Message, which is already done and slated for a March 2017 release!
Here's a little teaser of MIND: The Reckoning to hold you off until tomorrow! I hope to see you all there. <3 jenn="" p="">
Excerpt:
As Bates bypassed the
crafters and artists, the scent of Asian BBQ wafted through the air. He
grumbled along with his stomach and hoped a few of them stuck around so he
could pick something up on his way out.
"How’s it going?"
Dina Ranger asked via his earcomm, jolting him.
"Shit! Forgot I had this
bloody thing in," he replied, taking a breath and shutting his eyes for a
second.
"Have to get used to it
if you want to be in the field...alone."
"Unlike your brother, I
need some me time, Sherlock." This time, he chuckled when he felt
her brush his mind with calming thoughts. "How’s Lexa? Any change?"
"No, nothing. Never
changes. I...just don’t get it."
"Me either," he
said with a sigh, quickly putting it out of his mind to maintain his focus.
"I just got to the park. I’ll check in before I leave."
"Okay. And whatever has
you so hungry bring some back. Talk to ya."
Shaking his head, Bates waited
for the static of the comm to fade before pushing farther into the park, eyeing
the tables and tents, but mostly their occupants, searching for a face. Miss
Takashi had a pretty face, although older now, since the photo from the
collective Meta-alien Investigation and Neutralization Department database was
almost one hundred years old.
When he neared the end of the
first row of vendor tents, he took in the sight of the city across the river,
and then found the second and final row of vendors left to search.
He politely declined several
offers to purchase various items like candles and potholders, wondering why his
‘blah face’—a term his new friend Kim called his usual stern façade—wasn’t
working.
Toward the middle of the
second row, Bates slowed, eyeing a colorful booth, shrouded in light purple
curtains, and a sign that screamed for attention. When a face-painted toddler,
followed by a frantic parent, came running out of the booth, he barely
sidestepped out of the way. The parent offered Bates a weary shrug. He nodded
politely and carried onward, finally seeing a sign for "Madam
Takashi" two booths down.
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