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Summer Faery Fun Book Blast

It’s time for a little promotion here and hopefully a little bit of fun! Welcome to the Summery Faery Fun Book Blast! My lovely and talented editor, Clare C. Marshall is having a birthday and she’s doing a 4 day giveaway to celebrate. How cool is that? She has a birthday and everyone else gets gifts! You can visit her website by clicking on the graphic below, but you can keep reading on here for information on one of her books and a discount code you can use on her website to purchase said book. Oh, and don’t forget to enter the giveaway!

Summer Faery Fun Book Blast

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If you like what you read about Within, a mature YA supernatural thriller, you can enter the code SUMMER2013 on http://www.faeryinkpress.com to get 30% off your purchase of Within or her other two books: Stars in Her Eyes and The Violet Fox.

Within

**Back Cover Copy**
Trinity Hartell’s life changed after the accident. Left with irreversible brain damage, she becomes a burden to her mother, a cause for heartbreak for her boyfriend Zack, and a flattened obstacle for her jealous best friend, Ellie.

But then she starts writing. Perhaps it’s a coincidence that the psychotic, murderous protagonist of her novel bears a striking similarity to the charming Wiley Dalton, a mayoral candidate in the upcoming election.

Or, perhaps not…

**Price**:
Regular: $2.99 eBook, $11.99 Paperback
SALE price(30% off): $2.09 eBook, $8.39 Paperback

**Excerpt**
Zack bent to kiss Trinity on the forehead. Ellie looked away. Zack had been so good all night, keeping Trinity at arm’s length, focusing on the project and enjoying Ellie’s conversation. All that, ruined with one kiss. She shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up. She gathered their presentation for tomorrow—a piece of white Bristol board rolled neatly, thanks to Zack—and opened the nearby closet door to fetch their coats.

She stole a glance at them. He was still lost in Trinity’s eyes.

“We’d better get going before this rain gets worse,” she said, focusing her attention on the car outside.

Zack and Trinity detached themselves. Ellie threw their coats on the now-bare kitchen table—they could sort that out themselves. She took her time crossing the room again, drinking up Zack with her eyes as she passed—his almond eyes, his dark hair, his body, his cologne hanging in the air wherever he stood—she hoped it lingered long enough for her to bask in it when she got back. Zack shared a secret smile with Trinity as they zipped up their coats.

Ellie opened the front door and beelined for the car with the rolled up Bristol board for their English project under their arm. The car was unlocked. She shoved herself into the driver’s seat and threw the Bristol board and her purse in the back. She regretted her harsh treatment of the project seconds afterward, and twisted around to arrange it more neatly before Zack could see.

Zack and Trinity, hand in hand, followed. Trinity made sure the door was locked, even though Ellie’s mother was upstairs, reading. Ellie scolded herself for not thinking of that. More points for Trinity. Ellie noticed how Zack pulled Trinity closer to him as the raindrops intensified and smothered them. Ellie felt sick to her stomach.

“Shotgun!” Trinity screamed as she rushed for the front passenger’s side, her voice going from muffled to loud as she opened and slammed the door.

“Damn it!” Zack said as he climbed into the backseat. “Foiled again.”

Yes, foiled again, and again, and again, Ellie thought as she started the car.

Lawrencetown was about a forty-five minute drive from Halifax. Usually Ellie didn’t go to her mother’s house during the week, but her father was away in Sydney on business for a few days. She could’ve easily went to either Zack or Trinity’s, since they lived in the Quinpool area in Halifax, but Ellie’s mother was eager to repay Zack and Trinity for all the times they had hosted Ellie at their houses for supper. That was before they’d heard about the storm warning.

The rain pelted the windshield like rapid gunfire. Just as the wipers swept it clean, it was replaced by more splattering blots. The trees and the road blurred together like an impressionist painting in the dark. It would be a long ride home, with Trinity in the front and Zack in the back. She stole glances at him in the rearview mirror, and then flicked on the radio.

“Halifax’s streets are slowly emptying due to a string of disappearances of the homeless…”

Ellie turned down the volume. “News. Boring. There’s gotta be some CDs in this car.”

“Yeah, I didn’t bring my iPod, otherwise I woulda hooked it up when we got in,” Zack replied.

Trinity dug around in the side pockets of the car and retrieved some of the discs. “We got Metric, Joel Plaskett, and the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band? I didn’t know you liked country!”

“Pretty sure that’s my mom’s,” Ellie muttered. “Put in Metric, I guess.”

Trinity slid the Metric CD in its spot, cutting off the news announcer. So what, the homeless were missing, who cared. Cleaner streets meant safer streets. The song Empty strummed softly and provided a momentary distraction from the rain firing on the windshield.

“Should probably call your ‘rents, Trin,” Zack said.

“Yeah, yeah.” She reached awkwardly into the pockets of her tight jeans, her hands coming out empty. “Hmm. Must be in my purse?”

“It’s back here. You want me to…?”

“Nah, I got it,” Trinity said.

Ellie glanced over as Trinity unbuckled her seatbelt. The little signal thing on her dashboard started blinking and making warning sounds.

“Hurry up. This rain is making me nervous enough,” Ellie said.

“It’s all right, Ell, I’m fine.”

Trinity reached for her purse on the floor of the backseat.  Even in the darkness of the rearview mirror, Ellie saw Zack reach out his hand to Trinity. A small, secret smile that she wasn’t supposed to see crawled across his face. She had no doubt that Trinity returned it as she squeezed his hand.

Zack saw it first.

“Ellie, watch out!”

Ellie’s eyes snapped from the mirror to the windshield. It looked like a giant looming monster, with two blaring yellow headlights for eyes and a roaring bear-like horn; before Ellie had time to swerve, the mechanical beast crashed headfirst into her mother’s 2010 Toyota Corolla. The impact immediately triggered the driver’s seat airbags. After the whiplash, the world was a blur as Ellie’s head slammed onto the steering wheel, knocking her out cold.

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