Thursday, August 21, 2014

Happy Release Day -- Blood Wars 2 is LIVE!

Happy Release Day to Blood Wars 2!


Talisman Series lovers, the wait is over. The next segment in the Talisman saga is live! Curious what happened to Julia after her secret was discovered? Or maybe you're wondering why the vampires of the past keep popping up out of nowhere.

Of course, Nicholas and Phil keep arguing over what Julia should do. All she wants is for everything to stay the same. No such luck. Her life has forever changed and not for the better. She could run away from it all. Then again, one should be careful what they wish for... (dun dun dunnnnn) 


 
Of course I can't forget that ever charming Phil.

 

And because you're my faithful fans and followers, Blood Wars 2 be offered today for a special price of $0.99! So get on it and remember, reviews help me write the next segment faster! And I promise (since my kids are in school now) the next segment will be coming in a few weeks, so don't send out the lynch mob on me! 
 
SPECIAL $.99 PRICE

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1vjftte
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1z3jBhz
B&N: http://bit.ly/BW2-BN
KOBO: http://bit.ly/kobo-bw2
IBOOKS: http://bit.ly/ibooks-BW2

And tomorrow at 1pm PST, don't miss my first Google Hangout. I'll be answering your questions from twitter with the #bloodwars2 (include the hashtag), or ones you send via email at brendapandos@gmail.com. Otherwise it'll be pretty boring. *cue crickets*
I'll post the link on my Facebook tomorrow (once I figure it out) so you can see my pretty face.

If you'd like to read chapter 1, you can find it HERE

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Blood Wars 2 - Coming August 21st




Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 21st


After it’s discovered that Julia’s blood carries a rare gene that cures cancer, her life turns upside down. Fear that the wrong people could abduct her and sell her blood on the black market, she’s forced to be chaperoned by a bodyguard. Of course, Mr. Cruor offers sanctuary at his luxurious mansion with promises of everything she could ever want in life. But all Julia really wants is to keep things the way they are—until she’s threatened.

Faces from the past keep popping up at the strangest times and the motives of their actions become questionable. Who’s really behind the threat? Do they remember the past, too? Phil believes it’s Mr. Cruor while Nicholas doesn’t. If things get really bad, Julia knows she could run away with Nicholas and her new stash of cash and start a new life far from the drama.

Then again, one should be very careful of what they wish for, or they might indeed get it.

Find out in the next riveting installment of the Talisman serials.



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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Cover Reveal -- EDGE OF FALLING by VALIA LIND

 EDGE OF FALLING, Book 2
Coming August 15, 2014

For Chance, there's always only been Dakota. He's been in love with the girl since the day they met. He's tried everything to get her to notice him and nothing has worked. So when things suddenly start moving in the right direction, Chance can't believe his luck. Until Kyle comes along. Kyle is like a new shiny toy and Dakota loves new and shiny. She falls for the tall, blonde and gorgeous fast and without looking back. Dating the summer before college wasn't in the plans, but come on, Kyle is perfect. So why does Chance and his snarky grin keeps popping up in her mind now that Dakota has found her happiness?

When Chance's world comes crashing down, Dakota proves the strength of their friendship, surprising herself and everyone around her, by helping him pick up the pieces. In return, Chance is finally able to crack her hard shell, discovering that not everything is sunny in Dakota-land. Her world is not what it seems on the outside, and together, they're able to pull each other to the brink of safety and sanity.

Dakota likes that things are simple with Kyle, so why does she feel more like herself around Chance?

As graduation grows closer, both Chance and Dakota learn that the plans you make for your life don't always play out the way you expect them and sometimes, everything starts to make sense when you find yourself on the edge of falling.


I've read Falling by Design, which was a touching love story of love, loss and forgiveness. I can't wait to devour Edge of Falling with Dakota and Chance. It's a must read on your summer TBR!

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VALIA LIND: Author. Photographer. Artist. Born and raised in St. Petersburg, Russia, Valia Lind always had a love for the written word. She wrote her first full book on the bathroom floor of her dormitory, while procrastinating to study for her college classes. Upon graduation, she has moved her writing to more respectable places, and have found her voice in Young Adult fiction. 

You can visit her online at www.valialind.blogspot.com or follow her on twitter, where she spends way too much time, @ValiaLind.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

UtopYA pre-order deadline is 6/5

It's June? Wait, what? Having just returned from BEA (Book Expo American) in NY, I feel cross-eyed. And UtopYA is now 16 days away!

BOOK ORDERS-- STAT! Since I have 7 titles, it's not feasible to bring a stack of each, so YOU NEED TO PRE-ORDER if you'd like to purchase a signed copy from me! PRE-ORDER: HERE

To tempt you even further, I have a gift with purchase. Check out the swanky awesome water bottle below! Anyone who prepays will receive one as a gift. Pre-ordered books will also be at a discounted price of $9.99 each! 

I know you want one..... 

DEADLINE IS THURSDAY, JUNE 5th!

Friday, April 11, 2014

Blood Wars is LIVE!

Blood Wars.... is LIVE

Talisman Series lovers, the wait is over. The next segment in the Talisman saga is live. 

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WAIT! I have a disclaimer, well, a confession really. I'm an ADD writer (no duh!). I bounce from series to series with each new pretty idea that pops in my head. That leaves many of you in the wake, waiting for the next installment to whichever series you love. While this works for me, I hate that you are waiting. In turn, I end put extra pressure to write faster, which makes unproductive writing sessions. And unlike other writers who never sleep and produce books like bunnies, I can't write a million words in a sitting. Two books a year is my max. So... to solve this problem, I've come up with a solution.

SERIALS! 

What's a serial you ask? It's a novella sized book packed with a full-action story in a chewy morsel. It's a quick and dirty read to satisfy your appetite with a promise of the next installment in a few weeks, instead of a few months. Now I know for some of you, you want and crave a long novel. So, I've got a solution for you as well. After I release 3-4 serials in a series, I'll bundle into a omnibus and you'll have your full book at the normal price. I know I might get some "I'm bummed" emails, but hear me out. I will still give you want you want, just sooner if you wish to read it sooner. That's all that's changing.

So, BLOOD WARS, is part one of the TALISMAN SERIALS (this makes me a little hungry when I say it out loud)
After just having died while saving all of humanity, Julia wakes up to a world where no vampires exist. Unexplainably, she and Nicholas are the only ones who remember the past. Julia’s wish to be a normal teen has come to pass, and like a gift, they can start their happily ever after. 

That was until a new teacher showed up. To everyone else, Mr. Cruor is just a good looking guy with a voice that makes everything sound exciting, including stories of a bunch of dead guys. However, Julia knows Mr. Cruor. Stuck in his class, Julia is afraid that he’s not here to teach her history. He’s here for something else and there’s nothing she can do about it.

Following THE ONYX TALISMAN, BLOOD WARS is volume 1 of a spin-off of serials, each approx 20,000 words. Jump in here, or immerse yourself with the drama in THE TALISMAN TRILOGY.


Amazon: http://bit.ly/bloodwars
Amazon UK: http://bit.ly/ukbloodwars
Nook: http://bit.ly/bwusnook
(iBooks and Kobo coming soon)


If you haven't read the Talisman Trilogy, have no fear. You can jump in with Blood Wars, or enjoy The Emerald Talisman for FREE.








Also, OUT FOR BLOOD IS FREE on AMAZON until 4/15! This companion book to BLOOD WARS is told in Phil's perceptive. Want to know how he really feels about Julia? Then you'll want to get this book. Don't have a Kindle? Never fear!

Amazon has a FREE Kindle app HERE

It works on just about any computer.
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Once you've downloaded the FREE app, you can click to purchase the ebook for FREE and it will automatically be sent to your app!

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Blog Tour Kick off for GLITCH





Genre: New Adult Dystopian
Perfect World. Lies. Blue eyes.

When a mysterious guy from the forbidden zone sneaks an illegal slip of paper to a beautiful young girl from Brighton, she must decide if she should turn him in or follow what the note says. 

Eighteen-year-old Abby has no trouble following Brighton’s rules. For one, she’s OCD about checking her Date of Death clock, making sure her decisions never shorten her timeline, and two, she enjoys the peace Brighton has to offer. In no way would she bring on another attack that destroyed earth’s inhabitants like her predecessors. But when her best friend returns from her Advice Meeting--a glimpse into the future--shell shocked and won’t tell Abby what’s happened, she’s worried what awaits her Advice Meeting in a few days. The stranger with blue-eyes knows something, but does Abby dare enter the forbidden zone to get answers? It's infested with zombies, or so the Elected Agency says, yet there hasn't been sightings in years.... Those who enjoyed Divergent, Hunger Games, Time Travelers Wife and Walking Dead, will love Glitch.

Check out the Excerpt and enter to win a signed copy!
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“So much happens in this book that you are just hooked and can't stop reading.” -Adriana
“This is a zombie story with a difference.” -Claire
“Recommend for all age fans of paranormal, zombies, dystopia and time travel!” -MS

EXCERPT:


Keeping my eyes on the ball, I tripped on something hard and round. My ankle twisted, tipping me over, and I fell directly into the foliage. I half-expected to land on solid ground beneath my butt, but all that was there was air. Then I thudded onto the rocks and continued sliding down a sharp decline. Tumbling over, I slid head first into the dry creek bed with an oomph.
Once the momentum stopped my body and the racing of my brain lessened, pain ricocheted everywhere. I bit back a wail and tears trickled down my cheeks. Beyond the stars flickering over my vision, birds jostled the leaves of the trees, taking flight in the bright sky. With my head spinning, I lay still, afraid to get up. Thoughts of a trip to the hospital and a cast from ankle to thigh rocked through me. Just my luck to break something right before my Advice Meeting.
“You okay?”
I startled at the male’s voice and gasped, struggling to right myself. Something other than pain jolted down my side as cool, blue eyes under a shock of dark hair met mine. My breath caught and I forced down a swallow. Cute—so cute. I couldn’t form anything coherent for a second, other than zombies didn’t talk.
“I—I’m fine.”
He quirked his head, scanning the length of my body. “I doubt that.”
Warmth rushed through me while under the gaze of this mysterious guy and my brain filed through all the faces of my potential mates online. His was one I’d definitely remember, especially with those eyes, and yet this was the first time I’d seen him. How did he escape my stalking? Was he on the unapproved list because of his blue eyes? From another province perhaps? One thing was for sure: he most definitely wasn’t a zombie.
“Here.” He reached for me and clasped my hand. His grip was strong and warm as he pulled me to my feet. But there was something between our palms, something flat, yet stiff with pointed edges.
He squeezed my hand hard and leveled me with a convicted look. I felt a rush of blood hit my cheeks when he held on a little too long.
“What is this?” I peered into his anxious eyes. Did he expect that I should know him? What was between our hands?
“Shhh—” he said, cautiously. “I just—need to tell you—”
He looked around nervously, then dropped my hand when the shouts of my teammates called from the ridge.
“Abby?” I heard Elle scream above the rest. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I called while my heart revved to a sprint. I fingered the thing he’d given me, trapping the evidence inside my palm, as my chest filled with terror. My mouth opened and shut, then I scanned the trees for hidden cameras. If I was caught with what I’d suspected he’d given me, we’d be arrested, no questions asked.
The strange, cute guy moved backward into the trees, blending in with his grey and black clothing. I wanted to ask him where he was going. The only thing echoing in my head was the Civilian Handbook.
Rule 6.1: Paper is illegal. To not make, manufacture, or use paper in any way. Report all violations of this law, or suffer a year in prison.
The sweat in my palm softened the pointed edges of the note. If I kept my hand closed, the EA wouldn’t see. But then how could I read what it said?
“Abby?” Elle screamed again. “Where are you?”
I moved away from the guy and back toward a trail leading up the side of the ravine to the field in a rush, panicked over the paper, panicked over everything.
“I’m coming.” I warred with a weird sense of being torn. My numb feet stumbled forward, knowing the correct response would be to run and report him. Another part of me wanted to help him. He wore vintage clothing from the pre-zombie era and black Converse shoes I’d kill for and had only seen in the museums. Where in the heck did he get his hands on paper? And why would he trust me with it? One quick glance at his wrist—no DOD watch. I wanted to ask him, but then I knew the EA was listening. Time ticked on slowly as we looked questioningly, into one another’s eyes.
When I looked up the trail once again, my teammates’ feet were rushing toward me, stirring up dirt everywhere. I turned back to the guy one last time, but the blue eyed stranger was gone.
His note, though, burned in my palm. And then, as the girls rushed down the trail toward me, terror flooded me. If I were caught, I’d be detained for who knows how long. I moved to the tall grass, stooped over to pick up my glove and stuffed the note under a shiny black rock, praying no one would notice.


CHAPTER TWO

Careful to remain under the cloak of darkness, I sucked in the precious air and pulled the black hoody tight around my face. Feeling naked without my Date of Death watch on, I quickly scanned the softball field for signs of life. If anyone caught me here, I’d have a lot of explaining to do. That was if the undead didn’t get me first. I shuddered and pushed away the thought.
I’m safe. There’s been no sightings in years, I reminded myself. Besides, I had to go. I had to know what the note said.
Sneaking along the edge of the field, I darted stealthily in the shadows, fighting the cold. The chilly February night was in direct opposition to the unseasonably warm day we’d had earlier, yet I couldn’t get Blue Eyes out of my mind—his clothes, his shoes, his eyes, his illegal paper. And no matter how hard I tried or as stupid as breaking curfew and sneaking out was, I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until I knew what the note had said.
Across the street, Elle’s brother Landon’s bedroom light beamed from the swanky remodeled apartments, perks of being a top security monitor for the EA. Courage burned through my veins as something he’d said replayed in my mind. The reason the EA insisted on everyone wearing their watches at all times was because cameras had difficulty deciphering people’s faces in the dark. He’d know, with all the sneaking and breaking of rules that he did. I never broke the law, ever. One, for fear of getting caught, and two, for having the stress take years off my life.
There was something in the way Blue Eyes looked at me that I couldn’t shake. The huge risk he took to transfer this information to me, one the EA couldn’t intercept and why paper was illegal in the first place, drove me mad with curiosity. Giant computers in the EA shrines held all interactions between people, conversations recorded by DOD and messages off people’s flat screens, and only through a warrant were those private interactions allowed to become known. Of course Landon said that was bullshit, which is why I’d removed my watch before sneaking out.
My heart thumped as I looked over my shoulder toward the street. Landon’s apartment overlooked the field and if he spotted and reported me, or my mother found my unattended watch next to my flat screen, playing a recording of me sleeping in the background, I’d be dead. Though we lived in a crime-free society, she’d send everyone on a hunt to find me. I’d be arrested and forced to talk. Then they’d implant a DOD band on me—one I couldn’t take off, ever. I would be branded a criminal.
Bands of light from the security tower tried to penetrate the dense trees and the proof of what I’d destroyed with my fly ball came into view. Wow. I’d knocked the container off its hinges. But where was the gun? Had I knocked that off, too? And why hadn’t anyone come to repair it?
I stepped into the tree line, feeling a cold rush of bitter wind cycle through the grasses and around my ankles. Hugging my arms to myself, I traversed the path from earlier, my feet stumbling in the darkness. My mind began to wander. What if a zombie could sneak over the wall now that there wasn’t a functioning gun? Were they smart enough to climb? I inhaled, sniffing for rotted flesh, and trudged down the path quickly. The dank dust flooded into my nostrils as my heart raced harder. A rustle in the leaves made me freeze. With wide eyes, I choked down the bile and held my breath, anticipating a feral groan. The walking dead, according to the survival manual, only reacted when they saw living flesh or smelled blood, but you weren’t to tempt fate.
Rule 21.2: If you’re in need of help, press your emergency button and call for backup immediately, especially in an attack with the undead.
Of course, without my watch on, that wasn’t a possibility for me.
I waited, and after hearing nothing else, I continued down to the end of the trail. Zombies didn’t know to hide or be quiet, but I didn’t want to bring attention to myself with a flashlight. Barely able to see the path, let alone a miniscule slip of illegal paper, I knelt down with a wish and a prayer.
Brushing my hands through the grass, hoping spiders and bugs kept far away from me, I searched. My thigh throbbed in pain from the fall earlier, as I scoured helplessly for the rock. It had to be here.
Where is it?
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the gleam of black in the moonlight. I reached for it, counting my blessings, when something large scuttled through the brush behind me. I squeaked, snagged the rock and slip of paper, and straightened my legs. Holding my breath, I stared to the other side of the dry creek bed toward an illusive dark shape standing at the base of the giant stone wall. I cocked my arm back, ready to pelt whatever it was with the rock. A breeze blew in from the spot, bending back the grasses toward me, revealing it wasn’t a person, but a hole in the rock wall. Then a flash of white scooted past on the other side.
A grunt followed.
My heart leapt into my throat and I sprinted up the trail before I could think. The moan of what had to be a zombie filled my ears. Quelling a scream, I ran to the field, still staying out of the light. I cleared the fence and turned, my chest heaving. The nighttime noises took a backseat to the blood pulsing heavily in my ears. I scanned back and forth, but nothing came out of the trees. I waited to be sure as guilt snaked through me. The most responsible thing would be to report a sighting, but that would mean admitting I was breaking curfew. Maybe I’d just imagined what I’d heard.
Unsure what to do, I ran to the street to find an overhead light. I unfolded the damp note sticking to my palm.

Scrawled in charcoal, I read, “Don’t meet your future self tomorrow. Please.” 

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