10.31.2012

Happy Halloween!: Shadow Series Exclusive Awesomeness


Happy Halloween!!! Today I have something super special for you! Laura Elliott, author of the Shadow Series, has put together some exclusive awesomeness just for you on Halloween!  I'm going to let Laura take it away but make sure you keep reading to find stuff on her recent AND upcoming release ALSO there is a GIVEAWAY in there! Don't miss it!


I always wanted to write a spooky series. The Shadow Series is Halloween inspired. Shadows are a lot like zombies! Here’s a little bit about The Shadow Series:

13 on Halloween (Shadow Series #1) When Roxie invites all the eighth grade peacocks (code word : popular kids) to her first ever thirteenth birthday party on Halloween, they all come and give her a gift that’s literally out of this world. Roxie astral projects to Planet Popular where she becomes seventeen instantly and gets everything she’s always wanted, but nothing is as it seems. FREE at Amazon!

Shadow Slayer (Shadow Series #2) Shadows will do anything to become human. You see their influence everyday. You say things you don’t mean or do things that aren’t like you. You look, different. Friends you’ve known forever suddenly never call. Planet Popular was just part of a bigger world, the shadow world. When the shadow invasion begins at Roxie’s high school, she’ll fight for her life and the lives of her family and friends, when she discovers she’s the Shadow Slayer, the one human who can save Earth from the shadow onslaught. Available at Amazon.

Click here to see The Shadow Series trailers, playlists, & fun stuff & check out Laura’s other books. Anyone who comments here about the scariest thing that’s happened to them will be entered for a chance to win a signed paperback of Transfer Student, an intergalactic tale of beauty and the geek & Winnemucca, a small-town fairy tale (US only). Happy Halloween!

Party favors : Follow @Laurawriting and DM me your address for signed Shadow Series bookmarks! 

Excerpt from Shadow Slayer (Shadow Series #2):

I pull some blush and mascara out of my makeup bag. I’m late, as usual. No one else is in here with me and it’s too quiet, too quiet for opening night. I try extra hard to keep the makeup off my dress, wedging scratchy brown paper towels all along my shoulder strap to protect it.
 
I glance over at one of the open, empty lockers. My sword hides in locker number 316, a row away from me. I thought about slaying every one of the shadows that had invaded in dress rehearsal but there was no way for me to ride the bus and sneak my sword in to school without a million eyes on me. Without getting noticed by some teacher who’d confiscate it and expel me for bringing a weapon to school. I had so much stuff to take for the play that Mom offered to give me a ride at the crack of dawn this morning. I hid my sword under my dress. Mom was so scattered because of her big meeting she didn’t notice anything and since it was so early no one was in the halls to give me a second look when I hid my sword in my locker. Note to self: early morning is a good time to hide stuff at school.

I stroke one cheek and then the other with blush and remember standing with Drew at the bonfire. The last night we went out as boyfriend and girlfriend. The last night he was human.

On your 13th birthday, you get the call. By your 14th birthday you find out what the call is.  

Everyone I know is in the audience tonight. Ally, Mom, Dad, Brian, even Mitch because he came home for my birthday. We’re having our family dinner tomorrow night since tonight the cast party’s at Drew’s house, unless I decapitate him first. 

“Roxie five minutes!” Hayden yells into the girl’s locker room. As usual I’m the last one out. I sweep my hair up to the side and try to remember my first line. For some reason it’s the one I always forget. 

All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure...

I open locker 316, grab my sword and just as I step outside of the locker room Wanda runs up to me and starts talking non-stop about her nerves and how they’re getting worse and worse.

“What’s that?” she asks. I stop cold in my tracks at the backstage door. 

“There are lots of words for things that don’t exist––the unseen. Like monsters and aliens and dragons and vampires and ghosts,” I say sort of in a trance. 

“Yeah, so?” Wanda says, wringing her hands.

“If they don’t exist, why are there words for them? All the stuff I thought was crazy really isn’t crazy at all,” I say, finally getting what Drew was trying to tell me at the bonfire at the estate at homecoming. What the human Drew said before I danced with his shadow. My role in the unseen, the shadow world. Still, I don’t know so many things. Like, what happens to a shadow once I slay it? And where do humans go when their shadows invade? How can I save my human friends? 

“Roxie, I caught you! I was so late because Brian’s car got a flat. He fixed it so great, I couldn’t believe it. It’s like he went to bad ass school or something,” Ally says, laughing.

“Ally. Finally!” We hug. I swallow hard. Brian. Fixed. A. Flat. I mean it’s not brain surgery but believe me, if it doesn’t have an LCD screen Brian doesn’t think it exists. He doesn’t know how to fix a flat. O.M.G. Brian is probably a shadow too. 


Moon Killers (Shadow Series #3) Teaser:

I am the Shadow Slayer. I will live five hundred years. Five hundred years ago Columbus was about to discover the New World and ice cream hadn’t been invented yet. Five hundred years from now humans will most likely populate space and find cures for the incurable. Maybe by then, a five-hundred-year life won’t seem so epic. 

I stare deeply into my boyfriend’s gorgeous golden eyes. When I’m granted my reward, my Last Life, Drew will be long since dead and we will have lived one thousand years between us. Drew’s five hundred years only reveal themselves in his kiss. He kisses like a man who’s lived countless lifetimes and discovered the only thing that matters. Nothing about Drew says he’s just begun his Last Life. 

He’s someone girls notice under the Friday night lights––especially the way he pulls off the winning play week after week. And, if you’re like most girls, you’d die to just talk to him and even concoct ways to make that happen, including circling back in line again when he and his friends walk up to the snack shack, or walk an extra loop around the parking lot in search of a ride, hoping to run into him. 

Tomorrow’s game is against LT. We hate LT. I don’t know why, it just is. Freshmen sort of have to accept things like arch rivals. Before I found out what I am, before I met Drew, I felt like freshman was tattooed on my forehead. It’s kind of cool how everyone at school, make that everyone in town, wants to beat LT. 

Drew and I snuck onto the football field ten minutes ago. It’s pretty epic scaling the stadium gates. I’m afraid of heights, but Drew and I climbed the chain link side by side. I feel like I can do anything when he’s with me. He’s the kind of guy a girl would break into school with and not care about what punishment might come down after. I love lying here in the empty stadium with Drew, like this. Like everything’s normal. Like we’re normal. 

 “It’s easy, Roxie,” Drew says, lying beside me, inches away.

“What is?” I shift a little in the grass and turn to face him.

“Killing the moon.” It’s the night before the big game against LT, but Drew’s a million miles away.

“If you say so.” I shiver and stare at the huge goal post above us, ghostly against the night sky. He knows how badly I’ve wanted to kill the moon. How important it is. I’ve been hounding him non-stop about it since homecoming––the night my life changed––when he spoke of it at the bonfire. 

We are said to kill the moon because its phases are meaningless to us. Time doesn’t matter to us. 

I’m not sure I’m ready. I mean, not now. Not this second. Not on a Thursday night. Such a normal night. I like normal. Moon Killing seems more of a Saturday night thing, I guess. Saturday nights are meant for the extraordinary. I stroke my arm and feel the rough edges of my massive scar. There’s not enough Mederma in the world to completely heal my first battle wound.

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16 comments:

  1. I have a blog tour for this next month and cant WAIT! to read them both!!!! Great post guys!!!!! hmm scariest thing to happen.....lol has nothing to do with halloween really, but it was when i couldnt find one of my kids and they were passed out under their bed! SCARY!!!!

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    1. yeah I think that definitely counts! I'm sure your heart skipped many beats!...thanks for entering! do you have an email that I can contact you with if you win!?

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  2. Possibly_kim@yahoo.com

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  3. This series sounds awesome. Love the excert choices too.
    Many thanks for the giveaway.

    bexnbooks@yahoo.com

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  4. this series sounds amazing! *heads straight to amazon....*
    giveaway is also really cool - horsecrazy29@hotmail.co.uk

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    1. yes i love that she has the 1st book free!

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  5. Cool giveaway! Scariest thing that happened to me was hearing my dogs collar bells ringing in my room one night after she had passed on...I was visiting my parents house and was like 19 years old and still ran to my parents room to sleep with my mom! LOL

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    1. That is freakin' scary! I would do the same thing LOL!

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  6. Won't let me send a DM says I can't since @laurawriting isn't following me. :(

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    1. I would @ her and tell her that...im sure she will be happy to follow you back!

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  7. is this still available to enter??? if so thanks for the giveaway!!!!

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  8. The scariest thing that has ever happened to me is when I lived at my old house I had a Mickey Mouse phone, it talked instead of ringing. One day it just kept talking and I kept trying to answer it, but when I did there was no dial tone and no one on the line. When my husband came home from work I told him something was wrong with the phone, he said "Oh I unplugged that last night cause it wouldn't stop talking". I checked, it was unplugged! Needless to say we no longer have that phone!

    videoclimber(at)yahoo(dot)com

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