Friday, February 27, 2015

Translucent Giveaway

So readers, last week I promised you a giveaway in honor of my upcoming YA novel, Translucent, and here are the details! As an author, pre-orders are an important part of our sales, and I want to celebrate all those readers who take a chance on Translucent and decide to pre-order it. 

Giveaway Items
Below are the items up for grabs!

Signed Copy of Translucent
For every 50 pre-orders, I will giveaway one signed copy of Translucent, and the print copies of this book look awesome!


A $5.00 Amazon Gift Card
Just like the signed copies, I’ll be giving away a $5.00 Amazon gift card for every 50 pre-orders. 


First Chapters of Translucent
In addition to giving away gift cards and print copies of the book, I’ll release a chapter here on the blog for every 50 pre-orders of Translucent, starting with Chapter 1. 

Giveaway Rules
So, how do you win all these items? The rules are simple: just copy the order# from your receipt of Translucent and send it to me at danrixauthor [at] gmail.com. Once we hit 50 pre-orders, I’ll use random.org to select a winner, and I’ll release the first chapter here on the blog. I’ll do this again for the next 50 pre-orders, and again and again. Once you send in your order#, you are eligible for any and all giveaways, and you will continue to stay in the giveaway pool for the duration of all the giveaways. This means the earlier you pre-order, the more chances you have to win. If you’re interested in participating, but haven’t pre-ordered your copy of Translucent yet, you can do so here.

All giveaways will close on Wednesday, March 18, 2015 at noon Pacific Standard Time. 

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I can’t wait to share Translucent with you all! For those of you participating in the giveaway, good luck, and as Effie Trinket might say, may the odds be ever in your favor.

Happy reading,
Dan

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Translucent Teaser #2

Hey readers!

In exactly a month (March 19, 2015), I’ll be releasing Translucent, the first book in my new YA series. Among other things, it’s about a girl who discovers a way to become invisible. Below is the second teaser of the novel, which describes her disappearing for the first time. Enjoy!

Translucent, Teaser #2
I stood in front of the mirror in Megan’s bathroom, my gaunt reflection haunting my periphery like a ghost. Soon . . . soon I would be able to stare straight at myself.
          And see nothing.
          Breathing heavily, I peered down into the contact lens case, the right slot. Mine. Megan’s slot was on the left. 
          Put it on, Leona.
          “Is it on your finger?” came Megan’s muffled voice through the bathroom door.
          “Hang on,” I said. “Just give me a second.”
          I filled my lungs again, exhaled slowly. I was really doing this. If Megan could do this, then I could do this. I had texted my parents I was spending the night, so I had plenty of time to take this slow.
          I touched the dark matter.
          Like a drop of water, it leapt to my fingertip, suctioning itself through surface tension. It’s on my finger. My heart gave an extra loud thump.
          “It’s on my finger,” I called, my voice raspy. “Do I rub it in or what?”
          “It’s not like lotion. You stretch it, almost like you’re rolling it on.”
          Stretch it.
          With my other hand, I started stretching it out, pulling it and stretching it over my finger like rubber cement, down to the first joint. The tip of my finger shrank away, down to the meat and bone, like a time lapse movie of rotting flesh. A nervous pressure climbed my throat, but I kept going, hurrying now to get it over with. Down to the second joint, then the knuckle. It elongated, but never broke. Like pulling on a thin sheen of honey.
          The skin tingled.
          Raspy breaths tore from my chest. My hands shook violently, and I had to stop and brace myself against the counter. Breathe in . . . breathe out . . . in . . . out . . .   
          I could do this.
          I held up my hand, and felt the urge to puke. Before my eyes, my flesh eroded into nothing. It was spreading on its own now, crawling across my palm, up my other fingers, taking a huge bite out of my hand. It reached my wrist, and visible in the gruesome cross section, the veins pulsed with my racing heartbeat. The sight of the quivering muscle, a sickly grayish purple, sent bile churning up my throat.
          I clawed at my forearm, scratched the skin with my fingernails, trying to get under it, peel it up. But there was no edge, no place where my skin ended and it began. They merged together seamlessly, like it was my skin. “I can’t . . . I can’t stop it,” I gasped.
          “Just let it go,” she soothed. “Don’t fight it.”
          “It’s eating me!”
          “You’re fine,” she said.
          “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck . . .”
          It reached my elbow and kept climbing, and I could only stare as my arm receded. Electricity crackled up and down the invisible arm. The only sign it was still there. The rest of my body broke out in prickly sweat. And despite my burning nausea, despite the terror clamping down on my throat, despite it all, I still made the dumb observation that my invisible arm was sweating too, that I could feel air on it evaporating the sweat in chilly waves.
          It was like a second skin . . . porous.
          It permitted the passage of moisture, of air.
          My arm had completely vanished, and now my shoulder blade receded into meaty flesh. I averted my eyes, panicky breaths coming in shallow gasps.
          “Heads up,” said Megan. “When it gets to your face it’s kind of freaky.”
          Before I could process what she’d said, the tingling crept across my collar bone and climbed my neck, then closed like a fist around my throat, inching up into my scalp and my jaw and over my chin.
          Instinctively, I pressed my lips together to stop it from getting in my mouth. My lips stung a little, and it oozed toward my nostrils next. Alarmed, I reached in with my still-visible hand and squeezed my nose shut. Couldn’t let the stuff get inside me.
          It rose up my cheeks like a hot flush. My eyes. It was going to get in my eyes! I squeezed them shut, and it tickled my eyelids harmlessly and continued up into my hair. I could almost imagine I was being slowly dunked in a vat of honey. With a soft whoosh, it filled my ears. My torso was completely submerged.
          But how was I supposed to breathe? My lungs bristled, suddenly craving air. All at once, my pulse took of sprinting, and my lips parted against my will. But the sticky substance formed a sheen, blocking my mouth, my nostrils.
          I fought my gag reflex and blew out hard, trying to pop it like a bubble. It didn’t pop. The effort left my lungs empty, and when I gasped for air, the membrane filled my mouth, coated my tongue, and was sucked down my throat. Panic hit me like a thousand volts. I hacked and hacked, desperate to expel it, but without air, the coughs petered out to tiny wheezes.
          I inhaled again, and only sucked the dark matter deeper. I felt it seeping down my air tube until the tingle spread out in my lungs. My throat made a pathetic choking sound.
          And then, when I thought I would die like this, it soaked in and seemed to merge with my insides. I felt my lungs expand, followed by the wash of cool air deep in my chest, and I gasped, relief buzzing to my fingertips. I opened my eyes a crack, and the film coated my eyes like a contact lens.
          Now you will finally see, Leona.
          Lightheaded from lack of oxygen, I leaned against the counter, panting like I’d just run a marathon.
          “So . . . some advice,” said Megan, “don’t look down.”
          I looked down.
          Big mistake.
          The rest of my body stood below me, severed right through my stomach, providing me a clear view of knotted gray intestines, pinkish kidneys, a white coating of subcutaneous fat.
          And then I did lose my dinner. Right into the sink, I blew chunks. The vomit came out in an frothy pool, and as I stared down at the basin through a queasy fog, it turned invisible before my eyes and slipped down the drain.
          “What the fuck?” I gasped, spitting invisible spit.
          Below me stood two stumps of legs, severed at the thigh, then the knee, then the ankle.
          Then all traces of me were gone. Five and a half feet down to the floor, nothing in between. I appeared to hover in space. I held up my arms.
          Nothing. Not even a hint.
          I raised my gaze to the mirror, and for the first time in two and a half months, I didn’t flinch away.
          I had no reflection.
         
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If you enjoyed that, then click here to check out Translucent’s Amazon page, where you can read the description and pre-order it. I’ll be announcing a series of giveaways in the next few days that will revolve around pre-orders of Translucent, so make sure to check back in if you’re interested in more exclusive excerpts, signed copies, and Amazon gift cards!

Happy reading,
Dan

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Tanslucent Teaser #1

Hey readers!

On March 19, 2015, Translucent comes out! This is the first book in a new YA series of mine, and today I’m excited to share the first snippet with you! For those of you unfamiliar with the novel, here’s the description:

Translucent

When a meteorite falls near her campsite in the San Rafael Wilderness, troubled teen Leona Hewitt ventures down into the crater looking for a souvenir. What she discovers changes her life. 

Contained in the meteorite is a sticky, mucous-like fluid that bends light, cannot itself be seen, and seems to grow in the presence of living tissue. It’s drawn to her. 

But when a government team arrives in hazmat suits and cordons off the meteorite impact site, Leona questions her decision to take it home with her. For one thing, there are rumors of an extraterrestrial threat. 

For another, it has been speaking to her. 

It wants to be worn . . . stretched on like a second skin. It’s seeking out her weaknesses, exploiting her deepest fear—that the only boy she’s ever loved will unearth the vile secret in her past and see her as a monster. Now it promises salvation. 

It can make her invisible. 


Translucent Teaser #1
    
          Pencils scraped across paper.
          Write about something you regret or something you feel guilty about.
          I stared at my blank page, petrified. Terror deadened the feeling in my nerves, replacing it with the icy buzz of adrenaline.
          I could think of only one thing.
          The terrible event at the beginning of summer.
          July first. I had just gotten my license . . . 
          I couldn’t write about that, I couldn’t ever tell anyone about that. But with the blank lines gaping before me and my name floating in the top right corner, my mind had gone infuriatingly blank. My skin broke out in sweat.
          Something else, something else, think about something else . . .  
          But I couldn’t.
          The pencil refused to budge.
          I scanned the room, the other students scribbling effortlessly. I licked my dry lips, but saliva only parched them further. My heart thundered in my ears, making me painfully aware of my surroundings—the prison-like classroom caving in on me, Andrew’s elbow inches from my own, Mrs. Holbrooke’s hawklike gaze moving up and down the aisles, sweeping toward me like a spotlight.
          I glared at my blank page and forced the tip of my pencil to the first line. My hand gave a violent tremor, and the lead tore a hole in the paper with a loud scratch.
          In my periphery, Andrew’s head angled toward me. At once, burning heat clawed up the sides of my cheeks. I was giving myself away. Every second I didn’t write, I was giving myself away.
          Think of something else, think of something else . . .
          Face hot and clammy, I peeked at Mrs. Holbrooke.
          Our eyes met.
          My breath choked off, and I froze. Other students looked over.
          They knew . . . they all knew.
          I wanted to be invisible.
          Sudden nausea twisted in my stomach, and I bent forward, gasping. I had to leave. Now. My fingers found the edge of my desk, which I pried away from Andrew’s, staggering to my feet.
          “I can’t . . . I can’t do this,” I muttered, the words escaping in a hoarse whisper. I careened up the aisle toward the door, banging into desks. My insides gave another lurch, and I clutched my stomach, about to lose my breakfast.
          “Leona, you okay?” Andrew’s voice followed me.
          “Ms. Hewitt?” said the teacher.
          “I can’t do this,” I gasped, fleeing for the door.
          By now, everyone was staring at me. Their eyes burned into the back of my skull.
          They knew.
          I had just given myself away.
          I threw open the door and fled. Sunlight scorched my cheeks, singed my long hair, blinded me. Past a row of lockers, I stumbled into the shadows under an overhang and slammed into a trashcan. I pulled my hair back and stared down into the bin, lungs wheezing as my stomach swam in nauseating circles. My stomach clenched, and I made a choking sound, but nothing came out. My stomach clenched again, harder this time, yanking my spine forward.
          Behind me, a dry voice said, “Again?”
          I jerked upright and swallowed my urge to vomit. My eyes adjusted to the shadows, and the outline of a figure came into view, leaning against the wall between two rows of lockers, not five feet away from where I stood.
          As I watched, he pressed a cigarette to his mouth and took a slow drag, making the tip glow red-orange. The whites of his eyes peered out at me like a wolf’s.
          I recognized him instantly.
          Emory Lacroix.
          My heart went eerily still.
          “You bulimic or something?” he said.
          I backed away, horrified. “I can’t . . . I can’t be talking to you.”
          He nodded to the trashcan. “I said, are you bulimic?”
          In the narrow, unlit corridor, my heel hit the opposite wall. My back banged a locker. Trapped. I shook my head, too terrified to speak.
          He tapped out the ashes. “It’s an eating disorder girls get. You know, you throw up everything you eat so you stay skinny. Stop doing it. It’s fucking stupid.”
          “I’m not bulimic,” I said.
          “I’ve seen you around twice,” he said, studying his cigarette. “First day of school and today. Both times you’re blowing chunks. That sounds to me like you got a problem.”
          “What do you want from me?” I whispered.
          “Just trying to do a little good in this shitty world. Maybe I just saved your life. Who knows.” He took another drag, his eyes on me again. “What’s your name?”
          For a moment, I found myself trapped in his tormented blue eyes, and I couldn’t look away. Then I remembered who I was, and who he was, and my eyes flicked to the ground. A fierce heat rushed to my cheeks.
          I couldn’t be here.
          This was wrong. This was so, so wrong.
          “I can’t be talking to you,” I whispered.
          “I said, what’s your name?” An edge crept into his voice.
          Don’t say your name.
          “You got a name, right? You know, that thing you write at the top of your homework?”
          I swallowed hard.
          Just walk away. Run. You can’t be here.
          But for some reason, I didn’t run. I stayed. Like an idiot, I stayed, my feet rooted to the concrete. Because running would look even more guilty.
          Don’t say your name—
          “Leona,” I whispered. You idiot. My heart had already curled up into a tiny, quivering ball.
          He nodded. “Emory.”
          “Lacroix, I know.” I risked another peek at him. Alarms screamed in my brain, telling me to move my ass. But I couldn’t. My knees trembled, frozen in place and twitching to flee at the same time.
          Maybe I felt obligated to stay.
          Holding my gaze, he took a deep inhale from his cigarette and blew out a cloud of smoke. “Yeah . . . lot of people know me now.”
          Mouth dry, I opened my mouth to say something, to apologize, to offer my sympathies, anything. But even that I couldn’t do. My words lodged in my throat somewhere and all that came out was a little choking cough. I averted my eyes, mortified.
          He tapped out the ashes again, eyebrows knotted.
          “Smoking’s bad for you,” I offered, and immediately, the burning returned to my cheeks.
          Stupid, stupid, stupid.
          I might as well get down on my knees and confess everything, beg for his forgiveness. At the thought, my legs grew weak.
          “Bad for you, yeah. That’s the point,” he said, putting it to his lips again. “Kind of don’t care right now.”
          Confess everything.
          I could do it, too. Right now. Get it all off my chest.
          As if he’d heard my thoughts, his eyes flicked to mine again, and my heart jackhammered against my sternum. He would see it on my face, see my guilt. He would know.
          If I stood here any longer, he would know.
          Maybe I wanted him to know. Maybe that was why I couldn’t move.
          No, Leona . . .
          I blinked, and a warm tear dripped down my cheek, for which I was deeply ashamed. I turned away, letting my hair hide my face as a shiver slipped under my skin. My entire body felt numb. I hated this feeling, and yet I couldn’t move, couldn’t walk away.
          His mere presence tugged at the guilt inside me, held me rigid.
          “And I thought I had problems,” said Emory’s voice.
          “Go away,” I said.
          “I was here first,” he said.
          “Go away, go away, go away,” I cried, and another tear burned its way down my cheek, and I wiped it away angrily. Right now I loathed myself.
          “Nah, you don’t really want me to go away.” He took another drag from his cigarette and chuckled darkly. “What do they say? Misery loves company?”
          “I can’t be talking to you,” I whispered.
          His eyebrows pinched together. “That’s the third time you’ve said that. Kind of a weird thing to say.” His suspicious stare lingered for an unbearably long time. “Why haven’t you asked me about it?”
          “About what?” I said, alarmed.
          “You seem to know who I am.” He crushed out his spent cigarette butt on a locker and flicked the glowing ashes to the gum-stained concrete. “You seem like you want to say something to me . . . so why haven’t you?”
          I felt the blood drain from my face. “I don’t . . . I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
          “Yes, you do.” He glanced up, eyes hopeful. “You knew her?”
          “Knew who?” I croaked, my throat tight.
          “My sister, Ashley. You knew her, didn’t you?”
          My body stiffened, suddenly shot through with icy chills. “I have to go,” I choked out, and before I blurted out anything else incriminating, I hurried away, straining to catch my breath so I didn’t pass out.
         
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Translucent is now available for pre-order on Amazon. Click here to check it out! In another week or so I’ll be announcing several giveaways I’ll be hosting for readers who’ve pre-ordered the novel, so if you’re interested in winning free ebooks and Amazon gift cards, and getting an exclusive peak at the first several chapters, make sure to grab yourself a copy and save the order number!

Happy reading!
Dan

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

God's Loophole Playlist

Hey readers!

For those of you who’ve enjoyed my God’s Loophole series, I’ve put together a playlist of songs that I listened to while I wrote this series. Some of them inspired me, others reminded me of the characters. If you aren’t familiar with my telekineses series, make sure you check out God’s Loophole, the first book in the series, here! Time’s Beginning, the fourth and final book in the series, is out now as well, and you can buy it here!

 

 Happy reading,
Dan

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Introducing Translucent, My Latest Novel

Hi readers!

I hope you’re all having a fantastic three-day weekend! I’m excited to share with you all my newest project, Translucent, coming March 19, 2015. It’s chalk full of darkness, thrills, and a little romance! Oh, did I mention invisibility? That too! Here’s a bit more about the book:

Translucent When a meteorite falls near her campsite in the San Rafael Wilderness, troubled teen Leona Hewitt ventures down into the crater looking for a souvenir. What she discovers changes her life. 

Contained in the meteorite is a sticky, mucous-like fluid that bends light, cannot itself be seen, and seems to grow in the presence of living tissue. It’s drawn to her. 

But when a government team arrives in hazmat suits and cordons off the meteorite impact site, Leona questions her decision to take it home with her. For one thing, there are rumors of an extraterrestrial threat. 

For another, it has been speaking to her. 

It wants to be worn . . . stretched on like a second skin. It’s seeking out her weaknesses, exploiting her deepest fear—that the only boy she’s ever loved will unearth the vile secret in her past and see her as a monster. Now it promises salvation. 

It can make her invisible. 


You can pre-order it here on Amazon!

Happy reading!
Laura

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Time’s Beginning is Out Now!

Time’s Beginning, the fourth and final book in the God’s Loophole series, is out now, and you can find it here

Time’s Beginning
A rip in spacetime grows at a terrifying speed, and humanity can do nothing to stop it. In five and a half months, it will swallow earth. 

The two telekinetic teenagers who might have halted the hole’s spread are gone, cut out of the universe; Gabriel and Raedyn face eternity in a nuclear fallout shelter drifting in limbo—endless curving hallways, abandoned lounges, swimming pools still as glass. 

But when their crew begins vanishing one by one, they realize they’re not alone in their private hell. At night, an invisible creature hunts them. Something’s getting into their food, shadows skitter behind corners, footsteps creak in empty rooms. In the morning, they find claw marks burned into the walls . . . and the leftover body parts. 

Now, facing her worst nightmare yet, Raedyn must outwit a demon before it wrests away the last of her soul—and devours them all. Racing a ticking clock, Gabriel must exploit the ultimate loophole in bubble logic . . . before they and all existence collapse into oblivion. 

Check out Time’s Beginning here on Amazon! 


God’s Loophole Series
If you are unfamiliar with the God’s Loophole series, now is a great time to check it out, since God’s Loophole, the first book in the series, is currently free for a limited! You can grab a copy here!

Happy reading!
Dan

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Sunday, February 1, 2015

Giveaways in Honor of the Release of Time’s Beginning

Hi readers!

This Thursday, February 5, Time’s Beginning, the fourth and final book in the God’s Loophole series hits the shelves, and in honor of its release, I’m hosting several giveaways on Facebook! Everyone who participates gets free stuff, so even if you’re like me and you suck at winning raffles, you will get something! If you want to join in on the fun, check out my Facebook page here!

Happy reading!
Dan

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