I'm absolutely delighted to be part of this double cover reveal for my dear friend and CP, Sara Hantz! Sara has two upcoming books with Entangled Publishing -
In the Blood and
Will the Real Abi Saunders Please Stand Up?
I've been lucky enough to read both of these YA books and they are sensational. I've been in love with Jed, the hero of I
In the Blood, for a long time now and am thrilled he's finally going to be out there in the world :-)
So without further ado here are the cover reveals - and all I can say is Entangled have excelled themselves!!! And don't forget to enter the Rafflecopter contest below to be in with the chance of winning a
$50 Amazon Gift Card!
Today we’re
revealing not one, but two covers for upcoming books by Sara Hantz. In the Blood releases November 5 and Will the Real Abi Saunders Please Stand Up? releases
May 6, 2014.
In the Blood
For seventeen
years Jed Franklin’s life was normal. Then his father was charged with the
abuse and murder of four young boys and normal became a nightmare.
His mom’s
practically a walking zombie, he’s lost most of his friends, and the press
camps out on his lawn. The only things that keep him sane are his little sis;
his best friend and dream girl, Summer; and the alcohol he stashes in his room.
But after Jed wakes up from a total blackout to discover a local kid has gone missing—a
kid he was last seen talking to—he’s forced to face his greatest fear: that he
could somehow be responsible.
In a life
that’s spiraled out of control, Jed must decide if he chooses his own destiny
with Summer by his side or if the violent urges that plagued his father are
truly in the blood…
Excerpt
Chapter
One
Pedophile: Noun
An adult who is
sexually attracted to children.
Scum.
Sleazeball.
Creep.
Loser.
Lowlife.
Asswipe.
Dad.
Chapter
Two
Benjamin
Franklin. My Dad.
Not that
Benjamin Franklin.
That
Benjamin Franklin.
Pedophile and
murderer.
Freaked out?
Did you even
know a bastard like that could lead a regular life?
With a wife and
two children. A son and a daughter. No, nor did we. Until it was too late.
Too fucking
late.
The numbing
shock when he was arrested. The disbelief. The conviction that the police had
gotten it wrong. Way wrong. Even in the face of damning evidence, we knew that
the truth would come out. That the evidence got switched. That there was a
cover up, or something.
Something.
Then the police
found locks of hair belonging to each of those dead boys, so well hidden in the
little trinket box my dad’s mom gave him on her deathbed.
Then we knew. Really knew.
And that’s when
our lives changed.
Forever.
Will the Real Abi
Saunders Please Stand Up?
Abi Saunders
might be a kickboxing champion, but when it comes to being the center of
attention, she’d rather take a roundhouse kick to the solar plexus any day. So
when her trainer convinces her to audition to be the stunt double for hot teen
starlet Tilly Watson, Abi is shocked—and a little freaked out—when she gets the
job.
Being a stunt
double is overwhelming, but once the wig and makeup are on, Abi feels like a
different person. Tilly Watson, to be exact. And when Tilly’s gorgeous
boyfriend, Jon, mistakes Abi for the real star, Abi's completely smitten. In
fact, she’s so in love with her new life, it isn’t long before she doesn’t have
time for her old one.
But when the
cameras are turned off, will she discover running with the Hollywood A-list
isn’t quite the glamorous existence she thought it was?
Excerpt
“Abi, for God’s
sake, concentrate,” Zak shouts. “Fairies don’t look like elephants when they
fly. Legs together, arms graceful, and glide. Please.”
My cheeks are
crimson and I want to die. I know he’s the director and has the right to
holler, but doesn’t he understand that the louder he is the worse I am? We must
have gone over this move fifty times and I still can’t get it. And I know,
without even looking, the other guys have lost it with me. It’s easy for them
but I’m a kick-boxer, not a freakin’ acrobat.
And now Zak’s
saying something to one of the crew. Let’s all guess what it is: get rid of the silly girl. We couldn’t get
anyone more incompetent if we tried. In fact a monkey could do better.
Well, he’s
right, a monkey could do better. Then again, a monkey wouldn’t need to wear a
harness that cuts badly into its thighs so it can fly across the room. We’re
doing wire work, the one thing I was looking forward to. Ha. What a laugh that
is.
At least we’re
not filming yet. This is just the rehearsal or, as they say, ‘prepping’. We’re
in one of the studios that’s full of equipment with pulleys and wires. I’ve no
idea how it all works, except that it keeps me up in the air. I thought we’d be
doing this outside but it seems they film wire work stuff indoors against a big
screen, and then edit to make it look like it’s outside by dropping in a
background. As Mom would say: “the wonders of modern science”.
What I’m doing
is really basic stuff, nothing like the things they did on the Matrix. Which it
wouldn’t be, obviously. I remember reading that those actors had months and
months of kung fu training even though most of the stunts were done by stunt
men.
Right. This is
it. I’m going to really concentrate. I will not be beaten. I can do this. It’s
not hard.
I’m
a graceful fairy,
I’m
a graceful fairy,
I’m
a graceful fairy.
“Ready,” I
call, for the first time feeling confident of success.
The technician
holds up his thumb so I know we’re about to go. I take a deep breath, point my
toes, bring my legs together and hold out my arms at a forty-five degree angle.
So far, so good. I swallow hard as I begin to move.
Yay, I’m doing
it. I’m actually doing it. Please let Zak
say it’s ok.
“Hu-fucking-ray,”
booms Zak’s voice. “At last, she’s got it.”
I’ve done it.
I’ve actually done it. I can do wirework. And even Zak’s sarcastic tone can’t
spoil it.
A loud crash,
sounding like someone slamming the door, gives me a start and I jerk backwards.
My legs splay and I lose all control of my body, until suddenly I’m hanging
upside down.
This so isn’t
happening to me. My hair flops into my eyes and my arms dangle in mid-air. And
let’s not even think about how shallow my breathing is.
Crap.
After what
seems like an eternity (which is probably only a few seconds) someone starts a
slow handclap. And here’s me thinking it couldn’t get any worse.
I figure it’s
Zak and wait for everyone to join in. Except they don’t.
The silence is
deafening. Until…
“Look at that
crazy bitch. You’re surely not expecting her to be my double.”
Tilly Winters
in the flesh. And none too happy to see me!
About
Sara
Sara Hantz
originally comes from the UK and is one of four children, having three younger
brothers. Although she was an avid reader from a very early age, she didn’t get
the writing bug until much later in life, though English was always one of her
stronger subjects. She’s an avid sun chaser and now lives on the beautiful
Sunshine Coast in Australia (via 10 years in New Zealand). She writes young
adult fiction and her debut book The Second Virginity of Suzy Green was
published by Flux Books and made the prestigious list ‘New York Public Library
Books for the Teen Age’. Sara has a PhD in Education and lectured for many
years before deciding to devote more time to her writing and working in the
family hospitality business. She has two grown-up children and w hen not
writing, working or online with her friends, she spends more time than most
people she knows watching TV - in fact if TV watching was an Olympic sport
she'd win gold.
Giveaway
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of the reveals, Sara is giving away a $50 Amazon giftcard! Use the rafflecopter
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