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by: Chris Ledbetter
Series:  Terra Sempre Saga, Book 2
Genre: YA contemporary/ fantasy romance

Evernight Teen Publishing / 65k
Release Date: July 1, 2016

You’re Not Truly Alive Until You Know What You Would Die For…

Cameron Shade and Farrah Spangled survived a near-death experience together. Now, their us-against-the-world relationship thrives despite pressure from their families, as well as cultural and social obstacles. That is, until Farrah’s father ships her off to private boarding school in Virginia.

Driven by unbearable aches of absence and longing, Cameron and Farrah are lured back inside the cursed sketchbook and the perilous Terra Sempre that siphoned their souls and almost cost them their lives.

Undeterred by a gathering storm of threats and complications, Cameron and Farrah find unlikely allies in both realms, but what Cameron discovers in Terra Sempre might make him want to stay there forever.

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“You actually running?” Farrah asks, biting into an orange. Juice runs down the side of her mouth. If there weren’t so many people out here, I’d help her out with that. She catches me looking and licks her lips.

“I have something for you later,” I whisper.

She mouths back, “I bet you do.” A wicked grin creases her cheeks.

“Back to your question … before you distracted me. No, I hadn’t planned on running. I was just helping Jamison out. You?”

“Show me what you’re made of. Let’s go.”

“Oh, you’re challenging me?”

She props her hands on her hips and arches her perfect brows. “Scared?”

“Oh, girl, you are on.” I grab her hand and drag her playfully over to where J’s classmates are handing out tags. I pick up two. She pins mine on the back of my shirt. The sensation of her fingers working against my upper back sends shivers down my spine. The good kind.

Then she strips out of her hoodie to reveal a navy blue racer-back tank top. She pats her torso to indicate where she’d rather have the tag placed. I gaze into her eyes before sinking past her chest to her taut stomach. I pull the stretchy fabric away from her skin so I don’t poke her with the pins. My fingers graze her fluttering stomach and her breath catches. She bites her lip and closes her eyes, turns her head and smiles. Like she can hide it. When I’m done, I give her a slight tickle.

She wrinkles her nose at me. “Don’t be trying to distract me, mister Cameron. I intend to beat you.”

“Everyone line up!” Jamison calls out on the megaphone.

We arrange ourselves in the middle of the pack. Farrah tips her chin up to me while smoothing her red mane back. The starting gun fires, and the cluster of runners takes off. The path winds among tall pines that stand against the sky like sentinels. Through the first quarter of a mile, Farrah and I hang on to a steady pace. My breathing is good. The second half mile, she increases her pace a bit, but I’m right on her heels. During the second mile, though, she begins to pull away. I rationalize this by convincing myself that I’m saving energy for the kick at the end, except the pace I’m running now is pretty dang fast, even for me. And she’s still five feet or so ahead. She has a mighty sweet running stride. Her hamstrings are the sexiest things known to mankind.

With a mile or so left to go, she glances over her shoulder and kicks into the next gear, crossing the bridge spanning the pond where ducks are fed by passersby. At the half mile to go mark, I launch into as much kick as I have left in the tank. But it’s not enough. My legs are heavy as logs. I simply can’t pick them up and put them down fast enough.
She got me.

I cross the finish line and catch my breath while walking over to the snack table. By the time I get there, Farrah’s waiting for me with an orange wedge in her mouth turned outward. She crooks her finger to beckon me to her. Then she points toward the orange. I can barely contain the giddy level of sensual excitement that wells up. I dart furtive glances all around.

We’re surrounded by school mates, some I recognize, some she knows. A girl catches my gaze and raises her eyebrows. Great. I fidget with the bottom of my shirt, and then clear my throat.

Farrah tips her head to the side and bats her eyelashes. I turn quick peeks over both shoulders, and then I dive in and suck on the orange that’s in her mouth. She leans into me and moans a little. When I’m done, I must have the biggest grin on my face.

“Get a room!” Jamison yells.

OMG! I can’t believe he put me on blast like that. Everyone within ten feet turns toward us. Inside, I’m still grinning like I won a million dollars. On the outside, not so much. I curl my toes up in my shoes and cover my head with a towel to dry off.

Farrah whispers, “God, I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

I turn to her. “At least everyone here is an ally. Or at the least, a marketing nerd.”

She laughs. “Or an art nerd.”

“Yeah, ‘cause there are no glasses-wearing, journalism editors here either.”

Her lips stifle a smile. “You watch your mouth, buddy.”

“You watch it for me.”

“Cheeky.” She nudges my hip and bites into another orange. “By the way, what took you so long back there?”

“Shut up.”

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Author Bio:CLedbetterAuthorpic

Chris Ledbetter grew up in Durham, NC before moving to Charlottesville, VA in 11th grade. After high school, he attended Hampton University where he promptly “walked-on” to the best drum line in the CIAA. He’s worked in various managerial and marketing capacities throughout his life. While teaching high school for six years in Culpeper, VA, he taught business management, business law, marketing, and sports marketing, and also coached football.

He’s a proud member of SCBWI (Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators) and a strong supporter of the Need for Diverse Books. As a self-described, young reluctant reader, he writes young adult stories specifically to reach other reluctant readers.

He now lives in Wilmington, NC with his family, including three cats.

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Guest Post and Excerpt for K.H. Mezek’s Key of Mystery (The Night Angels Chronicles) w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @EvernightTeen @karenalainehunt


Key of Mystery
by  KH Mezek
Teen Publishing, 77K
“Be careful who you love, it just might kill you.”
When Sera’s father is killed in a horrific accident, all he leaves behind is a mysterious key. Sera places the key on a chain around her neck and vows to avenge her father. Strange characters arrive in town including the otherworldly Night Angels, who claim to be sent for her protection.
Sera falls hard for one of them—exotic, arrogant Peter. But what if his promise of love is only a ruse to gain access to the key? As Sera’s connection to the key grows, so do her supernatural powers. Guided by clues left by her father, Sera searches for the hidden chamber beneath the city, hoping to save what lies within before the sinister mayor and his deadly followers drown humanity in a bloodbath.
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Before my dad’s death and the move to Cliffside, I had known only lies. I hadn’t seen the truth about myself, my family, or my friends. But here on the ground, covered in blood and dirt, and most likely dying, I knew I didn’t want to go back there. I wanted to stay with the truth. The truth hurt like hell, but it was better than being numbed by ignorance.
“No.” I think I said it out loud, but it sounded more like a gurgle. I tried harder.

“Never give you the key.” I gasped. “Never.”
He hissed in anger. “Then I will turn you into undead.”
I knew he was bluffing. If he turned me into one of them, he would never get the key. I had to willingly give it to him, with a rational mind, and those undead were anything but rational.
Gore howled like he had on the plateau, and the nail raked across my face, penetrating deep into my skin. He reached down and licked the blood with his long snake tongue, a poison so painful seeping into my flesh that I almost passed out again.
When he spoke next, his tone was venomous, each syllable biting as if they were his teeth. “Clever girl, I will do something better. I will turn your brother into undead. Think on that.”
I made a feeble sound of terror, struggling to get up and unable to move.
He laughed.
“You will give it to me now. Or else your brother will end up like this.” He grabbed one of the undead and pulled the grotesque, dead-eyed face down next to mine. Then, he tossed it away like a stick. 
This was the end, then. Gore had won. I had to at least try to save my brother, even if Gore’s promises were lies. With unbearable effort, I reached up and tried to undo the chain. I couldn’t. I tried to pull it up over my head but somehow, it became tangled in my torn clothes. I was too weak and the problem of removing the key from around my neck overwhelmingly impossible.
“Come, little bitch, quickly.” Gore’s fingers dangled in front of my face, as if itching to undo the chain for me. But he was powerless to do so.
A growing uneasiness rippled through the undead standing in a circle behind him. Low moans rose from cavernous mouths. Any second now, surely Gore would unleash the hoard upon my brother to devour him. Why, oh why, couldn’t I undo the chain?
I grabbed the key and pulled with all my remaining strength, whispering, “I want this. I want to give him the key. I do.” 


Karen Hunt aka KH Mezek


I am a single mother and I raised three kids, two boys and one girls. It wasn’t easy. I also was determined to be a writer.


My mantra is #writeordie. WRITE OR DIE. I have to write. I have to be an artist. I have to be true to my calling. And I also have to be a mother. How to blend the two when they both require an intensity and a focus of purpose that is grueling and time-consuming?


I have found my way through training in marital arts, boxing, kick-boxing and Eskrima, which is Filipino stick and knife fighting.


What, you say?




Yes, I am a virtual killing machine and as a woman, I love it. I was even asked a few years ago by a rapper to be his body guard. How about that? So, it is hard to believe that once I was in an abusive marriage, isolated from friends and family and lost. What saved me was I put on a pair of running shoes and I started to run in the park. I lived in London at the time, near Kensington Gardens. I had no money, I was under the control of my “rock star” husband. But I had a pair of shoes, and I could run. Each day, I pushed myself a little bit further and through that experience, I was able to eventually leave my husband.


When I returned to the United States with one suitcase and my four year old daughter, I started training in martial arts. From there, I took up Eskrima, and then Okinawan weapons. Eventually, I started fighting full contact in boxing and kickboxing. I now know what it feels like to stand up straight and tall and not be afraid, knowing that I can defend myself. I will either win, or go down trying. It gives me great satisfaction to train other women and girls in the gym, to empower them to know that they can defend themselves. Nearly one in five women report being sexually assaulted in the United States every year. Keep in mind, that is what is reported, so the numbers have to far exceed that.





In my series, the Night Angels Chronicles, one of the important factors is that the female lead, Sera Patterson, develops through the course of the series into a superhero who can stand on her own two feet and defend herself against any foe. Yes, she has a hot love interest, that goes without saying! But also, unlike so many books being published for the female audience, she has her own identity apart from a man and she is self-sufficient. This is of paramount importance because I know what it feels like to be powerless and to live in fear. As a result, I want to do everything I can in my writing and in my life to inspire women to stand up and fight against abuse.






To this end, in 1995, I started a creative writing program in juvenile hall, in Los Angeles, called InsideOUT Writers. I first began working with group of girls, all facing life sentences for serious crimes. More than twenty years later, I still know many of those girls and they are incredible. Many spent long years in prison but are now out and married, have careers and children. Never write off a teenager as a lost cause. My dedication of Key of Mystery is in part to the young people who congregated at my house and inspired me with their stories.


For the past ten years, at least, I have taught boxing and kickboxing in the gym, and self defense for women and girls. Nothing makes me happier than seeing a teenage girl stand up straighter, with clear eyes, and no fear, fully confident in her ability to say “no.”







I really hope that my series, starting with Key of Mystery, will inspire girls and women to stand up for themselves and to learn how to fight! My training also means that I can write fight scenes from the perspective of actually being in the ring and fighting full contact, fighting with weapons, and knowing what it is like to be abused, to be hit and kicked and to live in fear, and then to overcome it.




So let’s make the Night Angels a world view for women and girls. Let’s get women around the world to unite behind this series, from the Middle East to the Far East to the Western World. We should all stand up and take charge of our love lifes! If someone touches you, kisses you, takes you down to the floor, it should be your choice, not something you feel pressured to do. In my series, Sera does not give up her identity for the sake of a relationship with an overbearing vampire who wants to control her. She grows as an individual and learns how to hold onto her power. Sera rocks! And so do we all!


About the Author:
Karen Hunt is the author and/or illustrator of nineteen children’s books and the co-founder of InsideOUT Writers, a creative writing program for incarcerated youth in Los Angeles, and the founder of the MY WORLD PROJECT, connecting youth who live in remote, violent and poverty stricken areas around the world through art and writing. She is a 2nd degree black belt in Tang Soo Do, a first degree brown belt in Eskrima, and a boxing and kick-boxing trainer.
As a child, she and her family escaped out of Egypt right before the 6 Day War, lived in a 17th century castle in
Switzerland and smuggled Bibles into communist countries, to name a few of her adventures. As an adult, she continued her adventures, living between London and a village in Yugoslavia. She writes her YA works under the name KH Mezek. Key of Mystery, book I in the YA Urban Fantasy series, NIGHT ANGELS CHRONICLES, was published February 5, 2016 with Evernight Teen.  
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Guest Post from Nicky Peacock featuring her series Battle of the Undead (Bad Blood #1 & Bad Timing #2) w/a rafflecopter giveaway!


of the Undead #2
Parnormal, suspense, urban fantasy, vampires
Teen Publishing, 30K words
You know now that monsters are
real. Whether they have recently risen to reach for your flesh, or have chosen
now to step from the shadows; you are surrounded by them. You also know that I
am one too, but I’m all you’ve got and time is running out…”
There’s no rest for the wicked,
especially in a zombie apocalypse. Britannia has used every vampire skill at
her disposal to keep those she cares for safe, but with old enemies and unseen
adversaries moving against her, she will have to push herself to both her
physical and ethical limits to survive. Britannia is changing, but will it be
for the better?
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adult situations
 “If there’s someone there,
you’d better show yourself. Unless you want me to cleave off your head,” I
shouted. I heard a cough and saw a tall, well-built man slip from the shadows.
He wasn’t bad looking, but his dark hair was styled with cement-like gel and
his eyes were far too blue to be natural.
“Apologies. I wasn’t sure if you were
friend or foe.” He nodded at me.
He was a vampire, probably a little
younger than me.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“My dear, you are the one trespassing
on my territory. It should be me asking questions of you.” He gave me a sly
smile, as if he was trying to get away with something. Like he’d farted and was
waiting for me to smell it.
“If this was truly your territory
you’d have attacked me, not slunk in the shadows like a sniveling child.” I
pulled my axe back so I held it by the handle and it rested on my shoulder.
He put his hands up; he was unarmed
and laughed beneath his breath. “I now understand the Elders rule.”
He was referring to the old, no
female vampires rule – misogynistic t scumbags. It was then that I got a good
whiff of blood, live human blood.
“Have you got people here?”
“Why yes, we’ve collected a few to
take to the Highlands. Would you like to join me for a drink?”
And he’d been openly feeding off
them, great!
“No, I’ll give that a miss. Where are
“In the store room, back there.
They’re uninfected,” he said with a sweeping invitation with his arm. “I must
say, I’ve never seen a female vampire so beautiful.”
Good grief, did he think this was
some sort of date? That we would sit back and watch Dawn of the Dead whilst
munching on scared survivors? What an asshat!
I narrowed my eyes and walked to the
door he was pointing to. He smiled and gestured for me to open it. I did. Now I
was fully aware that this could have been a trap, but even if a hundred
vampires descended on me, I still had an axe to Red Queen their asses back to
“May I introduce myself?” he said
behind me.
“No.” I stepped through the door and
was hit with the smell of both old and fresh blood. I took in the large
warehouse back quickly: boxes were piled high with electronics, gadgets and God
only knows what other useless items, but there were also people crouching by
them. They were blindfolded and roped together with a thick unforgiving plastic
vine. Some were still bleeding from where he had fed off them. Some were
whispering prayers in ragged voices. Some slowly pulled at their bindings, more
like they were an itch than a problem. But all cowered when they heard his
voice. There was a collective shiver that even caught me in its terrible wake.
Whoever this vampire was, he was truly living up to monster status now.
“Here,” he said as he lifted the
plastic rope and pulled the nearest person toward us, “have a drink.”
I looked at the young boy bound and
blindfolded before me; he had blood all down his Simpson’s t-shirt and he’d
pissed himself, probably days ago now. This was what the Highlands were going
to be like, just with slightly less feeling and more order.
“My name is Ludwig. What’s yours, my
blonde haired vixen?” He pushed the boy at me and I moved so that I was stood
between them.
“What?” Ludwig’s eyes widened. He’d
heard of me, the lack of blue hair had been what had put him off the initial recognition.
If I’d looked more like my old self he’d have run from me, or attacked me in
the shop. I might never have discovered his little person larder.
“Yeah, I was forced into a make
under.” I smiled sweetly at him, “Ludwig, you have something on your sleeve.” I
swung the axe so hard that it cleaved his arm straight off. Blood sprayed
across me, splattering my face and streaking the front of my hair. Unlike human
blood, vampire blood is cool, smells metallic and tastes like sea water, kind
of like your blood tastes to you. Some vampires get a taste for their own kind;
those were usually the ones that the Elders sent me after.
Ludwig’s look of shock was only
matched by his girlish scream. He clutched at his leaky stump and shuddered. I
lifted the axe again, this time to cleave off his head, but he must have
regained a modicum of resolve, as he caught the axe’s blade in mid-swing. I
quickly slipped my hands down the handle and, palms up, slammed it vertically
so that its blade crushed against his skull. I heard a sickening crack as bone
crumbled against the force. He keeled and stumbled back through the shop’s
doors. I edged forward and crouched, sweeping my leg out to trip him over. Once
he lay sprawled on the floor, I lifted my axe a final time and off rolled his
head. It tumbled down the flat screen TV section.
The tethered humans were now
desperately pulling at their bonds. I guess the big bad that had just killed
their torturer was probably not someone they wanted to stick around and have
tea with – better the devil you know.
I moved carefully toward the nearest
boy. I gently took his blindfold from him and he blinked a few times and
recoiled at my presence.
“It’s okay,” I said, hands out, palms
up, “I’m here to help you. I won’t hurt you.”
The boy edged further away from me,
pulling on all their ropes. He particularly dragged all of the survivors onto
the floor. I suddenly had an image of me leading them like a chain of dogs
through the streets. If Satan had been on a leash, he’d have died. If I couldn’t
do that to a dog, I’d be damned if I was going to be responsible for leading an
all-you-can-eat zombie buffet conga line.
“Look, I know you have no reason to
trust me, but…”
“You’re one of them,” said the boy,
looking past me to Ludwig’s twitching corpse. He must have been old; it can
sometimes take a while for the magic to leave older vampires.
“We’re not all the same you know.” I
stepped to his side and took a blindfold off a nearby woman, “Wait a minute,
The woman gave me a quizzical look,
“There’s another one. He had red hair and a posh accent; like from Downton
Okay, now time was of the essence. I
pulled out my pink handled knife and sliced the rope between all the humans. I
removed all their blindfolds and counted them: twelve.
“Right, here are your choices. You
can say here and wait for Red, whoever he is, to come back and drink you dry,
or you can follow me and I can get you the hell out of zombie central.”
“Zombies?” they all said together.
“You haven’t noticed the slathering
zombie masses?” I asked.
“No,” said an older man, who had
managed to pick up a plank of wood and hide it behind his back while I wasn’t
“How long have you been in here?”
The man chose then to swing the plank
at me, which I caught and crumbled in my grip. The small crowd gasped and I
think they were just about to all fall onto me, when the bell at the door of
the shop chimed.
“Oh no, it’s him. He came back for
us.” A young girl of no more than thirteen cowered near me. I turned to her.
“I won’t let him hurt you. I told
you, we’re not all the same.”
She bit her bottom lip and squeezed
out a fat tear that rolled down her ruddy cheek.
“My name is Britannia. I know this is
all a bit…” I struggled for the right word, “…weird, but I’ll get you some
place safe. You just have to trust me.”
“So, let me get this straight.” The
boy whose blindfold I’d took off first edged toward me. “You’re a friendly
blood sucking demon, and there are zombies outside. But you’ll protect us? At
what price, you gonna feed off and kill us one by one like your friend there?”
He motioned at Ludwig’s now still body. I kicked the vampire’s corpse out of
the door and into the main shop, out of the eye-line of the humans.
I didn’t have time for this. I needed
to get a new radio, some food and get back to the zoo. I needed to tell Tate I
was alive and for Josh and Jack to know I was on my way to them. I hadn’t even
bothered to ask these humans’ names and here I was trying to protect them,
while they challenged my ethical code. I was just about to give the boy what
for, when a rumbling groan echoed through the store. I peered out to see a
group of zombies shuffling toward Ludwig’s body. Once there, they began to rip
him apart like an overcooked turkey. There were stuffing- and cranberry
sauce-like substances cascading out of the yawning cracks they were making with
their bare hands. I gagged and quickly closed the door.

The cast of Bad Timing.

When I write, I find casting an actor as a main character really helps for visuals and consistency, so here’s a brief recap on the major characters in the Battle of the Undead series, and the dream cast who plays them in my mind:

Britannia – Emma Watson. I think that she is an amazing British actress and just perfect for Britannia. She could make her both funny and serious at the same time.

Nicholas – Andrew Garfield. Perfect to play a dark, brooding but slightly comical complex character that has more to him that meets the eye.

Josh – Liam Hemsworth. Hunky solider who takes action in his stride and turns Britannia’s head and heart.

Phillipe – Tom Hiddleston. Great actor who can play the loving guardian to Brit one day and the evil Vambie chaotic killer the next.

Jack – Nicholas Hoult. A truly brilliant young talent who can embody Jack’s sensitive and caring nature that helps Britannia take back a precious part of her soul.

Now, for the newcomers…

Ichabod – Orlando Bloom. Although I’ve only ever seen him play the villain once, I think he could breathe dark life into this vengeful vampire who has more than one axe to grind.

Lyle – Jeremy Irvine. Cheeky, calculating but above all loyal. This talented War Horse star could give Lyle the depth he deserves.

Tate – Daniel Kaluuya. I loved him as Tea Leaf in BBC’s Psychoville and was always Tate in my mind. Strong, caring and totally determined to protect those he loves.

Xyla – Sandra Bullock. Ironic casting as it’s said more than once that Xyla looks just like the bubbly US actress.

Mariah – Hayden Panettiere.  My guilty pleasure is Nashville and I think that this beautiful blonde’s strength and confidence will make Mariah a character to be reckoned with.

Betty – Elle Fanning. Although only briefly in the book, Betty deserves to be played by a rare actress who exudes sweetness.

Now, all we need is a big pot of money and a director who has a thing for vampires and zombies…

Thank you for having me on your blog today! Nicx

Have you ever wanted to star in a YA book? 

Here’s your chance! In honor of the release of BAD TIMING, the second book in Nicky Peacock’s Battle of the Undead series, she will choose and feature a character created by one lucky reader in the last book of the series, BAD KARMA.

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 **Series is a must to be read in order, make sure to get your copy of #1**
Bad Blood
Battle of the Undead #1
“I am
Britannia. I am your protector. I will fend off the hungry hordes of undead
hands that reach toward you. I am your steadfast defender. I will stand between
you and the zombie masses as they try to taste your flesh. I am strong,
unyielding, and dedicated to your survival. All I ask from you… is your
A 500 year bloody game of vengeance will need to be put on hold if vampires are
to survive the zombie uprising. Bitter enemies, Britannia and Nicholas must
work together to save un-infected humans, delivering them to a stronghold in
Scotland.Unable to drink the zombie blood, vampires need humans to stay alive. But will
they tell the survivors who they are, and what they want from them? Will
Britannia be able to hold back her vengeance? Is survivor Josh the
reincarnation of Britannia’s murdered true love? And can she bring herself to
deliver him to the safe hold?Survival instincts run deep, but bad blood can run deeper.
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Nicky is a published author of both YA and adult urban fantasy, paranormal romance and horror fiction. She lives in the heart of the UK, where she has run a writers’ group for over 4 years to help new writers find their feet on the path  to publication. A member of both the Society of Authors and the British Fantasy Society, Nicky has had over 30 stories published in various anthologies.
Bad Timing is her second book in the Battle of the Undead series published through Evernight Teen. She loves to talk to readers, so please feel free to either get in touch with her through her blog, or on any of the social media below.
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