Monday, 16 December 2013

Impossible Series (Kindle Fire!) Holiday Giveaway

As a “thank you” to all of my readers who have made 2013 an awesome year for my Impossible series, I am doing a HUGE giveaway, including a Kindle Fire and a $20 Amazon gift card!  The contest will run from Friday, December 20 – Sunday, December 22.

CLICK HERE TO ENTER!



Prizes

  1. Kindle Fire 7” HD (or monetary equivalent on an Amazon gift card for those who already have an e-reader) and signed paperback copy of Knight
  2. $20 Amazon gift card and signed copy of Knight
  3. Signed copy of Knight

Ways to Enter (From December 20-22. Purchases and shares before midnight on the 20th will not count as entries)

  1. Purchase an ebook copy of Knight (An Impossible Novel).  Forwarding your Amazon/Barnes & Noble purchase receipt email to my email juliasykes193@gmail.com will get you 10 entries.
  2. If dark romance isn’t your thing, you can still enter to win!  Tweeting about the contest or posting a facebook status/posting on your favorite facebook groups will get you one entry per share (With a cap of 5 entries per day via this method).  Be sure to tag me in the tweet @juliasykes193 or share the contest on facebook from this link.

Product pages for purchasing Knight

Join the facebook event to stay updated.

Winners will be randomly selected from the list of entrants on Monday, December 23.  Good luck!

Much Love,
Julia xxx


Sunday, 15 December 2013

Rogue Cover

Rogue (An Impossible Novel) has a sexy cover!  I hope you like Derek Carter as much as I do ;)


Saturday, 14 December 2013

Guest Post at Fictional Candy

Hey y'all!  Liz at Fictional Candy was kind enough to allow me to stop by her blog and talk about my experiences writing dark romance.  There is a Knight giveaway as well!  Check it out :)

Much Love,
Julia xxx

Thursday, 12 December 2013

In the Works: Rogue (An Impossible Novel)

Now that Knight has been released, I'm starting to write the next Impossible novel, Rogue.  This is FBI agent Sharon Silverman's story, and it begins one month before the events that kick off Knight.  When Sharon is assigned to a simple reconnaissance mission to scope out BDSM club Decadence for drug use, she is determined to prove herself to the mostly male-dominated New York unit of the FBI.  In an attempt to score a bigger bust, she extends her assignment to uncover that the Latin Kings are using the club as a front for cocaine trafficking.  She gets close to Decadence owner and Dominant Derek Carter, only to find that staying close to him physically while keeping her distance emotionally is more difficult than she ever imagined.

We briefly met Reed Miller in Knight, and he'll be back as Sharon's partner in Rogue.  We'll get to know him better, and he'll get his own book in the future.  Reed will be heavily involved in continuing the investigation that began in Knight, so questions that were left unanswered at the end of Lydia and Smith's story will be addressed.

We'll also get more Clayton and Smith in Rogue.  They don't approve of Sharon's I-can-do-it-on-my-own attitude, and they don't approve of her closeness to Derek.

Sean and Claudia might even make an appearance :).

I am super excited to get to know Sharon and Derek better, and I can't wait to share this story with y'all!  Stay updated on Rogue here and on Goodreads.

Much Love,
Julia xxx

Tuesday, 10 December 2013

New Website

Hey y'all!  I have a shiny new website: juliasykes.net.  The "Julia's Blog" tab will automatically link back to this blogspot, so my updates will still be posted here.  Check out the new site for a sneak peek on my new project, RENEGADE.

Tuesday, 3 December 2013

Impossible Series Sale!

Hi Readers!

To celebrate the release of Knight (An Impossible Novel), I'm having a massive Impossible series sale week!  Monster (Impossible #1) is FREE today, and Angel (Impossible #1.5) will be FREE Wednesday and Thursday.  Impossible: The Original Trilogy (Monster, Traitor, and Avenger) is on sale for just $0.99.

Happy Reading!
Julia xxx

Friday, 29 November 2013

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Knight Release Date and Release Party!

Knight (An Impossible Novel) has an official release date: November 30, 2013!  Writing this book has been an intensely emotional experience for me, and I am so excited to finally be able to share it with y'all!  To celebrate, I'm holding my first ever facebook release party, and these awesome prizes will be up for grabs:

1.)  Signed copy of Monster (Impossible #1).  This is not currently available for purchase, and the winner will receive one of only two physical copies.  (The second one is mine :).)

2.)  Signed copy of Impossible: The Original Trilogy (Monster, Traitor, and Avenger)

3.)  Signed copy of Savior (An Impossible Novel)

4.)  Signed copy of Knight

5.)  Signed copy of Knight and a $15 modcloth.com gift certificate
6.)  Signed copy of Knight and a mystery prize
7.)  Signed copy of Knight and a sterling silver Tree of Knowledge necklace

8.)  Signed copy of Knight and a tourmaline and sterling silver necklace by Mystic Beauty Jewelry

And fabulous Romantic Suspense author Laura Oliva will gift three copies of her book, What the Body Needs to randomly selected participants!

The party will take place on facebook from 2:45 PM - 5:30 PM (EST) on Saturday, November 30, 2013.  You can sign up to join the event here.  I hope to see you there!

Saturday, 9 November 2013

Knight Updates and Release Party

Oh, WOW it's been a long time since I've posted here!  Sorry for the long hiatus!  I've become addicted to the facebook medium.

I wanted to post some updates on what's happening with Knight (An Impossible Novel).  I know that I had estimated a much earlier release date, but this books just keeps on going!  I am very excited about it, and I want to make sure that I give y'all the best story possible.  I am trying my best to have it ready by the end of the month.  I will set an official release date as soon as I am able, so keep an eye out here for the announcement!  Also, Knight has new cover art.  It's much darker and better suited to the tone of the book.  I love it!


I have recently started a pintrest page, and you can find artwork and excerpts from the Impossible series, including Knighton my boards.

Finally, there will be a facebook release party for Knight!  I will post a link to the event as soon as the official release date is set.  I'm stocking up on some pretty awesome prizes, so you definitely don't want to miss out on this!  I'll be giving away signed copies of Impossible: The Original Trilogy, Savior, and Knight, as well as really cool items that pertain to the plot of Knight.  The grand prize is a signed copy of Knight and this gorgeous tourmaline and silver pendant by Mystic Beauty Jewelry:


Keep an eye out here, on twitter, and on facebook for more news on Knight!

Much Love,
Julia xxx

Thursday, 10 October 2013

On White Knights and Bad Boys...

Bad Boys.  What’s not to love about them?  They’re every inch the Alpha male: utterly confident, fiercely protective, and just the right amount of intimidating in that way that makes you feel deliciously vulnerable and gets your heart racing.  But from a deep-seated psychological perspective, why do we find them so damn appealing?

On a primal level, being mated to the Alpha ensures our safety, a biological imperative. But exploring this from a more modern perspective, I’d like to consider the hallmarks of your typical bad boy that you find in popular Romance novels.

I think that Edward Cullen from Twilight provides an excellent example of this archetype.  What could be more dangerous than a man who craves every moment to drain you dry?  This isn’t your Anne Rice or Charlaine Harris teeth-penetrating-flesh sexual allegory; Edward literally wants to kill Bella.

Only he doesn’t want to.  His love for her gives him the strength of will to deny his nearly overwhelming instincts.  Essentially, their passion is so all-consuming and transformative that love literally conquers all, even his very nature.  The most important thing to take away from this: Bella changes Edward (Or, if you prefer, Anastasia Steele changes Christian Grey...).

While this notion of a love so pure and powerful creates the ultimate romantic story, unfortunately it doesn’t often work out so well in the real world.  I’m not saying that love can’t be transformative, but going into a relationship hoping that you can change a man is a dangerous move.  Even if the bad boy does change, that level of intensity can cause a relationship to be passionate to the point of volatility.  Being caught up in the rapids of it can be heady, but you’ll be sure to be banged against the rocks more than once as you’re swept downriver; your hearts might not survive the battering.

In my mind, the ideal man for the “real world” is the good guy who can be oh-so-bad when it counts.  This man cherishes women, respects them, protects them, and treats them like gold.  But when he wants you – and he knows you want it – he can tap into his inner Alpha, hold you down, and ravage you just right.  This guy is a keeper.

I’ve brought to life my share of dangerous, damaged, bad boy heroes.  Hell, Sean Reynolds from my Impossible trilogy fits that description to a T.  And his love for Claudia does change him.  I won’t deny that I love him.


But in my latest novel, Savior (An Impossible Novel), I wanted to write about the Alpha good guy.  Clayton is sweet, funny, even-tempered, and honorable.  And he believes in Rose when she can’t believe in herself.  He taps into his dominant bad boy side in order to force her to see the good in herself.  And to give her earth-shattering orgasms, of course.  So while I adore Sean, I think I love Clayton a little bit more; he’s the ideal man for me.



That's just my two cents.  Do you want the Bad Boy or the White Knight?  And would your choice be different in real life than it is in books?

Impossible Trilogy Re-Release

After months of internal debate, I have decided to re-vamp Impossible: The Original Trilogy for an "Author's Preferred Edition" re-release.  The story is the same, but there will be significant content changes to Monster (Impossible #1).  These include more medical plausibility, a deeper understanding of Bradley, and a less instantaneous attraction between Claudia and Sean.  The chemistry is still scorching, but it takes Claudia a little while longer to admit it to herself.  For those of you who have already purchased the Trilogy, you should receive an email from Amazon in the coming weeks that will allow you to download the new version for free.

To mark the release of the new edition, the Impossible trilogy will have a sexy new cover!  Check it out:


I am so excited to have had the opportunity to deepen Sean and Claudia's story, and I sincerely hope that those who have already read it will enjoy the additions to the book.  The Author's Preferred Edition will go live this Saturday, October 12.

Monday, 16 September 2013

Knight is Up Next!

If you've read Savior (An Impossible Novel), then you've already met sexy-as-sin Agent Smith James.  His book, Knight, had previously been announced as the third book in the series.  But even I didn't realize what a demanding bastard he can be, and he's rather insistent that I tell his story.  Sharon and Derek will still get their say in Rogue, but Smith's book will come first.  Here are the blurb and cover:

He wants to know my name.  I have to answer, have to obey, but I can’t.  I am plaything, a possession.  And slaves don’t have names.  Why is he tormenting me like this?  I need to please him so that I can get my reward.  God, I need a fix.  I’ll die if I don’t get one.

Lydia Chase is a broken woman.  Her Master abducted her from a fetish club over a year ago, and she has been under his complete control ever since.  Her only escape from the pain is the sweet high of the heroin that he gives her as a reward.  And she will do anything to earn that reprieve.

When Master takes his slave out in public to test her, her world is rocked when the fet club is raided by the FBI on a drugs bust.  Her savior, Agent Smith James, proves to be her guardian angel, holding her hand through every agonizing hour of rehab.  But the soul is much more difficult to heal than the body, and Lydia finds herself becoming completely dependent on the Dominant Smith, finding comfort in his control of her body and mind as their relationship becomes sexual.  A part of her recognizes that what they share is obsessive and unhealthy, but she can’t imagine how she would go on living without him.  And somehow, impossibly, he seems to feel the same.  But how can Lydia ever become whole again if she can’t learn to let him go and take control of her own life?  Does she have a hope of finding freedom when Smith refuses to release her heart?  Or is this new captivity just what she needs to survive?



Knight will be released in early October.  Stay updated on Goodreads.  And if you haven't read Savior yet, you can find Clayton and Rose's story on Amazon.

This might just be my darkest book yet.  I can't wait to share it with y'all!

Much Love,
Julia xxx

Friday, 13 September 2013

JERR Gold Star Award for Savior!

Savior (An Impossible Novel) has received a Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance Reviews!  Here's what they had to say about it:

"I got absolutely addicted to these phenomenal characters and the dark and dangerous undertone woven into the storyline.  For amazing sex, realistic drama, and an exquisite storyline, Savior is well deserving of a JERR Gold Star Award."

You can read the full review here.

Monday, 9 September 2013

Indie Romance Convention

Hi Readers!

Anyone in the TN area interested in meeting some fab indie authors?  There's still time to register for the Indie Author Convention (October 4-5)!  Oh, and I'll be there too ;).  I hope to see you there!

Much Love,
Julia xxx

Friday, 6 September 2013

Angel Now Available!

Angel (Impossible #1.5) is now available in the Kindle store!  It will be free September 7-9.  Thank you so much for your support of the Impossible series!

Much Love,
Julia xxx

Angel Update

*UPDATE 9/6/13 1:33 PM*  Angel should be available at $0.00 at midnight PST Sepbember 7.  It will remain free Sept 7-9.

I am very sorry to announce that there are technical difficulties preventing Angel (Impossible #1.5) from being priced at $0.00 in time for the publicized period (September 6-8).  I am currently doing everything in my power to rectify this.  As soon as the price drops, it will remain free for a 3 day period.  I will post an update here and on facebook when this is resolved.

Much Love,
Julia xxx

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

Angel Teaser

Hey y'all!  The release of Angel (Impossible #1.5) is 9 days away!  I thought I would post a little teaser for you.  Sean's head is a pretty muddled place at this point....

The flicker of relief that crossed her face as Bradley unlocked the door sent a hot spear of anger shooting through my gut.  The one thing that had consoled me about this whole shitty situation was that she was more afraid of him than she was of me.  And while I knew that was completely fucked up, I couldn’t help the fury I felt at seeing her relieved expression at his return.   I refused to even contemplate the sour tang of jealousy that arose in the back of my throat. 
Did she really prefer his violently threatening presence to my erotically threatening one?  And how shitty was I for even wondering something like that?  Did I really expect her to be more comfortable with the prospect of rape than a beating?
My jaw ached as I ground my teeth in frustration.
Not rape.  I would never do that, not to any woman.  And certainly not to her.
But you do want to do that, the castigating voice that lurked in the back of my mind whispered insidiously.  I wanted to tie her down and hurt her.  And even though in my fantasies she was a willing, eager participant, manipulating a sexually na├»ve woman into submitting to me was just as twisted as fucking her brutally without her consent.
Wasn’t it?
“Here,” Bradley said gruffly as he tossed a bag of clothes at Claudia.  Her eyes flashed and her lips pursed together tightly as she examined its contents.  They clearly weren’t to her liking.  Damn it.  I knew that women could be very picky about their clothing; their personal identity was often tied into their sense of style.  Maybe it would have been better if I just let her wear my clothes instead of making her feel like she was having to surrender yet another part of herself.
Or maybe I was just telling myself that because I would love to see her wearing my white t-shirt every day.  And nothing else.
Yeah, because that would make her way more comfortable, I thought derisively.
When she spoke to Bradley, her tone was as icy as her glare.  “Can I have that shower now?”  There was none of the meek hesitancy in the request as there had been when she had asked me the same question earlier.  Between Bradley’s threats and my blatant flirting, Claudia seemed to be reaching the end of her rope.  She needed a break from us, a few moments of privacy.  And hell if I didn’t need that too.  I could use some time away from her, a chance to get my head screwed on straight. 
Because when I was around her, I was completely out of control.  I couldn’t seem to regulate my thoughts, my mouth, or my dick.  Most things in my life might be hopelessly out of my hands, but in my own bedroom I was always the one in control.
She was a paradox.  Everything in me screamed at me to demand her submission, but that need was so insistent that I couldn’t govern my own reactions to her.  Being around her was maddening, was making me lose my grip on the only aspect of my life where I could be in control: sex.
My knee-jerk reaction was to resent her, to hate her for that.  But I just hated myself.  I had always had my qualms about my lifestyle, but I had managed to shove them to the back of my mind.  If I didn’t have this, then I would have gone crazy a long time ago.  And I would probably be dead.  I would have tried to kill my father for what he did to me, for who he has forced me to become, and I certainly wouldn’t have survived that, even if I had succeeded.  Someone who wanted to take his place would have made an example of me.
My father had taken everything from me, but I wouldn’t let him have this.  I wouldn’t let him taint the only source of pleasure in my life.
I’m not like him.  I don’t want to hurt women.  That’s not why I’m like this.
But I did hurt women.  And I enjoyed it.  Watching a woman’s ass redden under my hand got me hard, and seeing the submission in her eyes as I did so gave me a rush unlike anything else.  I might cloak it in the guise of pleasure, but how was beating a woman into submission any different from what my father had done to my mother?
I glared at Claudia’s retreating back as she headed towards the bathroom, Bradley in tow.  She was making me consider forsaking the only good thing in my life.
But that wasn’t fair.  It wasn’t her fault that she was trapped in my room with me, tormenting me.  With that thought, my resentment turned on Bradley for putting her here, and another fissure cracked in the brotherly bond that I had always shared with him.
Once I was alone, I wasn’t granted any relief from the sexual frustration that Claudia had inflicted upon me.  My balls ached, and I longed to seek release.  I kept my hands resolutely fisted at my sides, trying to ignore the resultant pain in my shoulder from constantly tensing my muscles.
If I touched myself, then she would win; it would be an admission of my powerlessness when it came to her.  I was determined to control my lust.  If she ever did slake it, it would be on my terms.  I would come in her hot cunt, not my own hand.  And I would make her beg me for it, make her fall to her knees and moan my name as she pleaded with me to give her my cock.
I bit back a groan at my wayward thoughts.  It seemed that being freed of her presence didn’t make her any less enticing.  I was still surrounded by her scent, and the sheets were rumpled from where she had lain beside me.  Waking up with her soft body pressed up against mine had felt so damn sweet…
Shit.
It seemed an eternity before I heard Bradley’s harsh voice as he pounded on the bathroom door.  “Time’s up.  I’m not going to let you run up the water bill, princess.”
My first instinct was to be relieved that she would come back and I would no longer have the option of touching myself.  But I knew that things were only about get that much worse for me once she was in my bed again.
Despite my consternation, I couldn’t hold back a small smile at the thought of the indignant expression on her face in that moment.  I didn’t think that she would take too kindly to Bradley calling her “princess”.  I almost regretted that I couldn’t see her flashing eyes and pursed lips.  She clearly thought that her censorious glare was intimidating, but the very idea of the fragile woman posing any sort of threat was laughable.
For someone so non-threatening, she’s sure done a number on me, I grudgingly admitted to myself.
When she appeared in my doorway, it became clear just how dangerous she was for me.  The hunger within me flared at the sight of her.  The dampness of her hair made it a few shades darker than usual, only further offsetting her striking, flawless alabaster skin.  The locks fell around her face in soft waves, framing her high cheekbones and delicate, pointed chin.  The dress she wore was obviously second-hand, but the way that it tapered to her waist before flaring out over her hips accentuated the feminine shape that had been obscured by her slacks and blouse.  Her long legs were revealed to me for the first time, and my gaze roved all the way up from her slender ankles to the dress’ hemline.  My mouth watered at the thought of what the frayed cotton fabric concealed.  Although the neckline was too high to hint at any cleavage, the creamy expanse of skin revealed by the spaghetti-strap design was undeniably enticing.  I longed to trace the line of her collarbone with my tongue, to hear her soft gasp as I kissed the little hollow at the base of her throat.  Just the column of her slim neck made lust pulse through me as an image of wrapping my hand around it as I fucked her flashed across my mind.
My eyes continued their upward progress, and I was pleased to see that gorgeous, soft shade of pink coloring her cheeks.  Did she enjoy the way I studied her as much as I enjoyed drinking her in?
My gaze finally locked with hers, and the predator within me stirred.  Her grey eyes were wide and slightly shocked.  Her surprise at her reaction to me as well as the embarrassment that heated her cheeks let me know that her lust for me was just as uncontrollable as mine was for her.  It might not mean that I had the upper hand, but at least we were on even footing.  She looked so damn tantalizing, an innocent who secretly longed to be corrupted.
My grin was knowing and wolfish, a dark promise that I could extinguish that innocence if she asked me to.  If she begged me to.  And I would make her beg.  She would be eager to do so once I began toying with her. 
Her plump pink lips parted slightly, and desire flickered in her eyes.  She seemed to suddenly realize her mistake, and her mouth twisted down into a scowl, her eyes narrowing.

But I knew what I had seen, and no amount of glaring was going to erase that knowledge.  Her show of resistance only further goaded my pursuit.  I would chip away at that disapproving mask until it crumbled.  I would force her to acknowledge that she wanted me.  No woman had ever presented me with such a challenge, and the thought of breaking her to my will blotted out all other thoughts, consuming me.


Can't wait for September 6th so that I can share this story with y'all!

Much Love,
Julia xxx

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Angel Will be FREE on Release Day!

Hi Readers!  As a thank you for all of your support of the Impossible series, I am going to make Angel (Impossible #1.5) FREE for the first three days of release (September 6-8)!  Stay updated on the facebook Angel release event page, here.

Much Love,
Julia xxx


Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

Mailing List Giveaway!

Hey, y'all!  I'm doing a mini-giveaway for peeps who join my new mailing list.  If you've already joined or you signed up at RNC, then you are already entered!  If you haven't signed up yet, I'll be choosing winners at 11:59 PM EST, on August 14 (Wednesday).  The prizes: 3 ebook copies of Monster (Impossible #1), 1 advance copy of Angel (Impossible #1.5), and this super sexy poster of Sean Reynolds from RNC!  If you already have a copy of Monster and are randomly selected as a winner, we'll work out something else ;).

I promise that I won't spam you!  I will only send updates about forthcoming and new releases.  Enter using the form on the right ---->


Monday, 12 August 2013

Angel Excerpt and Release Date!

It's official: Angel (A Companion to Monster) (Impossible #1.5) has a release date!  It will be available Friday, September 6.  Here is an excerpt from Sean's POV:


There was a gentle touch on my forehead, but it struck me like an electric shock.  I jolted awake and immediately went on the defensive.  I was in pain, I didn’t know where I was, and there was a strange woman crouching over me.  Grasping for the hand that was touching me, I gripped the woman’s small wrist and easily flipped her onto her back, pinning her in place with my arm against her throat.  I applied the slightest pressure, threatening.
“Who are you?”  I demanded harshly.  “Where am I?”
She didn’t answer quickly enough to satisfy me.  I felt a moment of hesitation as I saw the terror in her eyes, but I needed to make her talk.  Had I been captured?  Why did my shoulder feel like someone had driven a knife deep into it?  I pressed my arm down harder, pushing against her windpipe.  She jerked beneath me, struggling.  But I hardened my resolve.
“Please,” she begged.  “Don’t…”
I needed her to answer me, and I was furious at her for making me threaten her.  Why wouldn’t she talk?
“Who are you?”  I half-shouted, refusing to let her frightened grey eyes soften my heart.
“Cl-Claudia,” she gasped out.  “Claudia Ellers.”
“Sean!  What the fuck?”  It was Bradley’s voice.
His hands were on my shoulders, jerking me away from the fragile woman.  I couldn’t stifle a shout as agony shot through me at the jarring movement.  I fell back, clutching at my injury and wincing at the impact with even the soft mattress.
“What the hell is going on, Bradley?”  I ground out, forcing the pain down.  I was more confused than ever.  If Bradley was here, then I must be safe.  But why was this strange woman on a bed beside me?
He glared at me.  “You were shot, asshole.  What the fuck do you think you’re doing moving around like that?  You’re going to hurt yourself.”
I couldn’t help closing my eyes and groaning.  “Shit,” I mumbled.  “I forgot that he shot me.  That motherfucker.”  I shot Bradley a hard look.  “I hope you gave the bastard what he deserved.”
He rolled his eyes at me.  “I was a little busy saving your life.  Sorry, you ungrateful douchebag.”  His words were harsh, but his relief was clear in his eyes.
I studied the room around me, trying to get my bearings.  “How am I home?  How am I not in a hospital?”  I shifted my gaze to the woman beside me.  “And who the fuck is she?”
Her eyes were like daggers.  “Oh, I’m nobody,” she snapped.  “Just the woman who brought you back from the brink of death.  You’re welcome, asshole.”  She tugged at her arm, and there was a clanking sound that I recognized: she was handcuffed to my iron bedpost.  She turned the full force of her fury on Bradley.  “And it wasn’t enough that you kidnapped me at gunpoint and threatened my life?  Now you have to go and chain me up like some animal?  I should have just let him die,” she scowled, jerking her head in my direction.
Bradley’s face tightened in fury, and his hands clenched into fists.  “The only reason you’re still alive is because he is.  If you don’t want that scenario to change, I suggest you shut the fuck up,” he threatened the woman
I felt a jolt of horror.  Bradley had done what?  What the fuck had he been thinking?  Didn’t he realize how far he had gone, how much worse this was than dealing drugs?  He had never hurt anyone before; well, not anyone who wasn’t in our world.  And he certainly had never preyed on an innocent woman.
“What did you do, Bradley?”  I couldn’t believe what he had done, didn’t want to believe it.  “You kidnapped her?  That goes way beyond anything…  You know you can’t come back from that, right?”  Another horrific thought struck me.  “What are we supposed to do with her now?”
Bradley gave me a level look, explaining himself as though his actions had been completely rational.  “You know I couldn’t take you to the hospital.  Not without getting you arrested.  I didn’t have another choice.  I wasn’t going to let you die.  The doc here patched you up.  You’ll be fine now.”
He had done this for me, to save my life.  I knew I should be grateful, but I would rather be in jail than have had him take an innocent woman hostage.  Not only had it been traumatic for her, but it put Bradley in jeopardy.  What if she went to the police?  What if she turned in my best friend, my only friend?  Bradley was fiercely loyal, but this was bordering on insanity.  I couldn’t bear the thought of him in jail, of having the only person that I trusted taken from me.
I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, but it only re-awoke the searing agony in my shoulder.   “That hurts like a bitch,” I hissed through clenched teeth.  I turned to the woman who had saved me, somewhat chagrined to ask anything of her.  But the pain was becoming unbearable; it was making my head spin and my stomach turn.
“Do you have anything for the pain?”  I asked.
“No,” she said flatly, a hint of cruel satisfaction in her flashing eyes.  But it was gone as quickly as it had come.  “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice soft this time.  Despite everything, she seemed to truly care about the fact that I was hurting.  I was momentarily stunned by her.
“I’ll get you some pain killers from Jerry,” Bradley said. 
Thank god.  I knew that Jerry had access to such drugs; we just dealt in heroin, and the thought of turning to that sickened me.  I hated it.
“But first…”  Bradley turned his attention to the woman, his eyes colder than I could ever recall.  “Is he going to be okay, doc?”  He asked.
So she was a doctor.  Of course she was.  How else would she have known how to treat a bullet wound?  I anxiously waited for her to answer, coming to the keen realization that my life had hung in the balance only hours earlier.
“Y-yes,” she said tremulously, and I hated to see how frightened she was, resented Bradley for intimidating her when she had done nothing but help me.  “So long as the wound is cleaned and the bandages are changed regularly, he should be fine.”
He considered her for a moment, his head cocked to one side.  “I think I can handle that,” he said finally, nodding.  Then he pulled the gun from his waistband, training it on her heart.  Why was he terrorizing her further?
“Please,” she choked on the word, her voice strangled.  “Don’t do this.  I won’t tell anyone.  I swear-”
Then I realized the horrible truth: he wasn’t trying to intimidate her; he was going to kill her.
“Bradley!”  I barked at him, trying to keep my tone authoritative rather than panicked.  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?  You’re going to add murder to kidnapping now?”  Who was this ruthless man standing before me, ready to kill an innocent woman?  No, not just innocent.  A genuinely good-hearted person who had saved the life of a low-life criminal when she could have just let me bleed out.  I had to make Bradley see reason, to remind him of who he really was.  Because right now, he wasn’t acting at all like himself.  “What are you thinking, man?  This isn’t you.”
 “I’m doing this for you, Sean,” he said, his voice detached, addressing me but never taking his eyes off her.  “There’s no other way.”
He cocked the gun.  I had to stop this.  I couldn’t let my best friend become a killer, and, more importantly, I couldn’t watch her die.
“Stop, Bradley!”  I was shouting at him now, desperate to reach him.  Painfully, I struggled up to face him down, to fight him off if I needed to.  But I couldn’t do more than push myself up onto my elbows before the pain stopped me.  Still, I pulled on all of the power, the menace, within me to force him to stand down.  “I won’t let you do this,” I said definitively, letting him know that if he tried anything, he would face my retribution.
He glared at me, anger and frustration with me warring in his brown eyes.  “What other choice do we have?”  He asked harshly.  “Let her go?  She’ll go running to the cops as soon as she leaves.”  He kept the gun pointed at her heart, and I was shocked to see that his grip was steady, determined.  Did he really have no qualms about killing her?  Did his loyalty run so deep that he was willing to murder for my sake?
Well, I certainly wasn’t willing for that to happen, not for her to die for my sake and not for my friend to have blood on his hands.
“I won’t say anything,” she gasped out.  “I swear.  Please…”  The terror in her eyes made me feel sick.  She wasn’t even drawing breath anymore.
“Put the gun away, Bradley,” I made my voice hard and unyielding.  “I’ll never forgive you if you do this.”  And in that moment, I knew that I wouldn’t.  I would never be able to look at him the same way again.  “She saved my life.  We can’t kill her.”
Bradley’s gaze flicked to me, and I was grateful that I had managed to get him to take his cold gaze from her, giving her a reprieve.
“And what are we supposed to do with her?”  He demanded.  “You know we can’t let her leave.”
Why had Bradley put us in such a clusterfuck?  What were we going to do with her now?  If she went to the police, Bradley and I would be locked up, defeating the whole purpose of kidnapping her in the first place.  And what was worse: if my fellow mobsters found out that she had snitched on us, they would track her down and kill her anyway.  Slowly.  I couldn’t let that happen to her.
I jerked my hand through my hair again, this time with my uninjured arm.  “Fuck,” I barked out, frustrated and angry.  There were no good options here.  “I don’t know,” I said finally.  “Keep her here for now.  Then we can figure out what to do.”
Bradley stared at the woman for a long moment, his mouth set in a grim line.  I held my breath as I watched him silently deliberating, willing him to make the right choice here.
The right choice?  I thought to myself derisively.  Holding her hostage was the right choice?  What the fuck had Bradley gotten us into?
Finally, he lowered the gun, tucking it back into his waistband.  The tightness in my chest loosened as relief washed over me.  I knew that my best friend wasn’t capable of murder.  He couldn’t possibly be.
But my attention immediately turned to the woman.  She was clutching at her chest.  It was heaving, but she wasn’t drawing in any air into her lungs.  She was trembling, her eyes clouding over as her mind shut down, unable to cope with what was happening to her.  The sight of it made my stomach turn.
Unable to bear it, I reached out for her and grasped her shoulder firmly, trying to ground her.  The movement jarred my injury, sending agony shooting through my chest and down my arm.  But I forced it back, unwilling to let it keep me from helping her.
“Hey, doc,” I said gently, calling her back to reality.  But she didn’t respond.  I needed to reach her, to erase the terror that was etched in every line of her face.  What had she said her name was?  “Claudia.  Take a deep breath,” I ordered, demanding that she respond to me.
She obeyed, drawing a ragged breath, forcing the air through the tightness in her throat.  A few more deep breaths, and her chest began to rise and fall in a semblance of a normal rhythm.  She blinked several times, and I watched as her unseeing eyes came back into focus.  As I looked down into them, I was struck by their multifaceted beauty: stormy grey with streaks of darkest blue.  I smiled down at her gently, silently communicating that she didn’t need to fear me.
“That’s better,” I said softly.  For the briefest moment, it seemed that she truly wasn’t afraid.  In fact, she looked almost stunned as she stared up at me, as though surprised as she came to the realization.
Bradley cleared his throat pointedly, breaking through our strangely intimate moment.
Intimate?  The woman was traumatized, and I thought that there was some possible way that she wasn’t afraid of me?  I was just fooling myself, seeing what I wanted to see.  She had just been getting over a panic attack; the calm I had seen in her eyes was just her gathering herself back together.
I pulled away from her, suddenly feeling guilty for invading her personal space, for touching her when physical contact with me was probably the last thing she wanted.  What trapped woman would want to be touched by a strange man who was holding her captive?  I schooled my face to blankness as I drew away from her, but something akin to regret stirred in my gut at the loss of the heat of her skin against mine.
Her expression hardened as she again became aware of her situation.  I was amazed at how quickly she bounced back, the ire in her eyes replacing her fear.
“There’s just one problem with this plan,” Bradley said to me, resentment in his tone.  “People are going to be missing her.  If they find out she was kidnapped, then they’ll come looking for her.  They might trace it back to us.”
Shit.  The reality of this situation just got worse and worse.
I thought for a moment, hating myself for having to formulate a plan for trapping her with us.  “Then we call her family and her work to give some excuse,” I said finally. “I’m not letting you kill her.”  I shot Bradley a look that dared him to try to harm her again.
But he ignored me, instead turning his attention back to her.  “Well, that all depends on how cooperative she is.”  I tensed, ready to tell him to stop being such a bastard, but to my surprise she propped herself up on one elbow and glared up at him defiantly, ready to defend herself.
He glared back, but she didn’t flinch.  “Where’s your cell phone?”  He demanded harshly.
She hesitated, her jaw tightening as she resisted telling him.  But despite the strength in her bearing, she must have realized that she couldn’t refuse him.  “In my purse,” she admitted after a moment.  “It’s still in my car.”
“Alright, I’m going to get it.  But if you try anything while I’m gone…”  Bradley left the threat open-ended, and I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes that she couldn’t seem to suppress.  Although it made my gut twist, I didn’t tell him off for intimidating her; I knew that it was necessary for us to cover our tracks.  No matter what it took.  She might be internally cursing me for my complicity in this plan, but she didn’t realize that I was doing this to protect her.  And something in me couldn’t bring myself to explain that, to admit what I was.
Bradley left the room, locking the door behind him, and I couldn’t help but look over at her.  She was resolutely staring up at the ceiling, ignoring me. I studied her carefully, fully taking her in for the first time.  I had already been captivated by her gorgeous eyes, but now I realized just how beautiful our hostage was.  Her alabaster skin contrasted strikingly with her dark hair, and she had a small dimple in her cheek.  I wished I could see it become more defined as she smiled, but that certainly wasn’t about to happen.  She was slender, but her body was still soft and feminine.  I had to resist the urge to let my eyes rove up and down her appreciatively.  So my gaze quickly flicked back up to her eyes, and I was jarred to see that they were shining, over-bright.  She was clearly fighting back tears.  I was again struck by her incredible strength in the face of what was happening to her.  I couldn’t bear the sight of her distress; I wanted to distract her from it.  But what was I going to say to her?
So I settled for the only way that I knew how to talk to women.  I pulled on my cocky, care-free mask and tried to make light of the situation.
“So,” I said, breaking the tense silence.  “This is awkward.”
But that had been a mistake.  She turned her glare on me, spearing me with a baleful look.
“I think you’re confusing the word ‘awkward’ with the term ‘completely fucked up,’” she snapped, her tone venomous.  “‘Awkward’ is when you accidentally text the wrong person.  ‘Awkward’ is when you trip over nothing and fall on your face.  ‘Completely fucked up’ is when you kidnap a woman, threaten her with a gun, chain her to a bed, and tell her that life as she knows it is over.  Can you see the difference there?”
I instantly felt like shit.  Okay, so I had fucked that up royally.  Had I really thought that joking about what we were putting her through was a good idea?  For the first time in my life, I had no idea how to act around a woman. 
“Okay, doc,” I said after a moment, forcing my tone to stay light.  “You’re not up for chitchat.  I get it.”
The lines of her face tightened in fury.  She opened her mouth as though to snap at me again, but she stopped abruptly.  Bradley was coming back, and for all of her spirit, he clearly frightened her more than I did.  The thought made me perversely pleased.  Which of course was completely fucked up.
Bradley came in, fishing her cell phone out of her purse.  “Alright,” he said to her.  “You only have one missed call: Work.”  He raised an eyebrow at her, considering.  “So, it seems I don’t have to be too concerned about anyone missing you.  I’m assuming that you don’t have a husband or a boyfriend?  No one who would panic when you didn’t come home?”
She blushed, embarrassment and something akin to shame in her eyes.  How was it that the gorgeous woman was unattached?  Again, I felt that strange sense of satisfaction stir within me at the revelation.  And again: completely fucked up.  What was wrong with me?
She pursed her lips, holding Bradley in a furious stare for long moments.  But finally she nodded, confirming his assumption.
He glanced down at her phone again.  “Well, it seems there’s no one to contact but your work.”  His gaze turned inward, considering.  “What excuse should we give?  Illness?  No, you could get over that quickly.”  He shot a hard look at me.  Did he really resent me for not letting him kill her?  “And since I don’t know how long you’ll be with us, that won’t be feasible,” he continued, still addressing her.  He snapped his fingers as an idea came to him.  “Your mother died.  You have to go home and will be off work indefinitely.”
Her glare intensified, the color draining from her cheeks as anger and a hint of pain drove away all traces of embarrassment.  “You’re about fourteen years too late for that,” She hissed.  “My parents died when I was thirteen.”
Something in my chest twisted.  I recognized that pain, recognized her attempt to conceal it, deny it.  I had been doing the same for two years now, since my mother had died.  And my father…  I grimaced.  He might be alive, but that was far from a blessing.  I couldn’t imagine what my life would have been like if she had died when I was young, leaving me at his mercy.  I wasn’t sure if I would have survived that.  As it was, I had barely made through.  But not unscathed.
Instinctively, I reached out for her, drawn to her in a way that I was unfamiliar with.  But she rounded on me, glaring.  I had been right before: she didn’t want me to touch her.  So I clenched my hand to a fist, forcing it to remain at my side as I smoothed my features into blankness.
Bradley didn’t seem to notice what had just passed between us, and I was grateful for that.  I never allowed anyone to see that vulnerable side of myself, not even my best friend.
He was focused on her, eyeing her skeptically.  “How?”  He demanded.  My fist clenched tighter as I willed myself not to lash out at him.  Couldn’t he see that she was in pain?  Couldn’t he see how much thinking about their deaths hurt her, despite her best efforts to conceal it?  Or was it possible that he just didn’t care?
“Car crash,” she said tersely.
Bradley studied her for a moment, merciless.  “Fine, then,” he finally continued.  “Your foster mother died.  I assume you were in the system?”
Her eyes flashed again, anguish burning through her ire.  She just nodded jerkily, as though she couldn’t bring herself to voice it aloud.  What had this woman been through?  And now we were adding a fresh layer of trauma to her life?  I knew that Bradley had done this with my best interests at heart, but I was starting to hate him a little for it.
“Okay,” Bradley said, his voice brusque and business-like.  “I’m your foster-brother, and I’m calling to let them know that my mother has died.  You’re coming to comfort me in this difficult time.”
Her mouth twisted down in distaste, her eyes darkening like storm clouds.
 “What’s his name?”  Bradley pressed her ruthlessly.  “Your foster brother.  You had one right?  What’s his name?”
I bit my tongue to stop myself from snapping at him to back off.  We had to do this.  It was the only way.
 “Marcus,” she hissed through gritted teeth, forcing the name out like a curse.  “Marcus Ames.” 
I felt a surge of anger towards the faceless man who had obviously hurt her, causing her such pain when she was young and vulnerable that she had grown into this hard-hearted woman.  It had made her strong, but I knew what a burden it was to have to constantly keep walls around your heart, containing the agony in order to keep your soul from splitting into a thousand pieces.
“Don’t make a sound,” Bradley warned her as he started dialing her work number.
“Hi, this is Marcus Ames, Dr. Ellers’ brother,” he said into the receiver.  There was a pause, and he scowled down at her.  “I’m her foster brother,” he explained.  “She hasn’t mentioned me?”  Bradley glowered, and his hand twitched towards the gun.  I tensed again, ready to fight him if he went for it.  I pinned him with a menacing stare.  Sensing my silent threat, he glanced in my direction.  He held my gaze for a heartbeat, then frowned and lowered his hand. 
“Well, she asked me to call,” he plowed on.  “My mother has died, and Claudia has come home to help make funeral arrangements.  She wanted me to let you know that she won’t be able to come in, and she’s not sure when she might be ready to return to work.  She’s pretty torn up about it.”
Another pause.  Bradley’s frown deepened.
“Alright,” he said, his voice tight.  “I’ll put her on.”
He held the phone to her face so that she could speak into it.  This time he resolutely ignored me and placed his hand on the gun.  “Back me up, bitch,” he hissed.
Bitch.  Why was he being such an ass?  It was one thing to intimidate her in order to protect ourselves, but he was going too far.  She glanced up at Bradley, and the shadow of fear passed over her eyes again.
“Ava,” she said into the receiver, her voice ragged.  I knew that it was rough from her growing terror, but it would work to our advantage; she really did sound upset.  “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner,” she continued.  “I just found out that Darla…  That my foster mom died.”  She seemed to trip over the name, again betraying the pain that she had suffered at the hands of her foster family.
“Thanks.”  Her face went impossibly paler as she forced herself to thank the woman for buying her story, for sealing her fate.
Bradley ended the call.  His eyes were burning as he stared her down.
“Why didn’t you tell me that they didn’t know about your foster family?”  He demanded.
“You didn’t ask,” she replied levelly, refusing to show any fear.
He let out a low growl, his muscles tensing as he took a threatening step towards her.
“Bradley!”  I said his name sharply, trying to get him to snap out of his new dark persona.  I forced myself to sit up, my muscles coiled as I prepared to defend her.  “Leave it,” I ordered.  Bradley’s glare rounded on me, and I held it, refusing to back down.
But the longer I held my threatening stance, the more aware I became of the punishing pain in my shoulder.  There was a rushing sound in my ears, and it was growing louder with every beat of my heart.  My head was spinning, but I resolutely refused to back down, to leave her vulnerable.
“Shit,” Bradley muttered, all menace suddenly leaving him.  Concern filled his eyes, melting away the furious glare that had twisted his features into something horrible and unfamiliar to me.  This was who he was; this was my friend.
Now that he was no longer threatening her, I allowed myself to let go.  The pain engulfed me as my shoulder was jarred against the bed.  I closed my eyes, trying to force it away.  But it was cruel and unrelenting, and my awareness of the world around me was wavering in the wake of its onslaught.
“What’s wrong?”  I heard Bradley’s voice.  That harsh edge colored his tone once again, but I could hear a thread of panic there as well.  “I thought you said he would be fine.”
“Well, he would be if he didn’t have to keep straining himself because of your hot head,” she snapped back at him.  There was the soft clanking sound of the handcuffs against the bedpost, and she let out a soft curse.  “Can’t you take these off?  I kind of need my hands to do this.”
There was a pause.
I forced my eyes open, willing the world to solidify around me.  “For fuck’s sake, Bradley,” I ground out through gritted teeth.  “What could she possibly do to hurt me?”
Bradley’s expression softened as he regarded me, taking in my weakened state, and he unlocked the handcuffs.  She rubbed her wrist, and I could see a light, purplish bruise marring her delicate skin.  Guilt washed over me again, accompanied by more anger at Bradley for hurting her.  Those were my handcuffs.  And they certainly weren’t meant to be used like that.
She moved toward me carefully, her hands gentle as she began to unwrap the gauze from around my chest.  Now that she was so close to me, I could smell her delicious, feminine scent: cotton and roses.  It infused the air around me, captivating me.  I knew that I was staring, but I couldn’t help but watch her intently as she worked.  She didn’t meet my eye; she was completely engrossed in her task, and a little crease appeared between her brows when she revealed the angry red hole in my chest.  Was she really concerned for me?  After everything we had done to her?
She’s a doctor, I reminded myself harshly.  Of course it was ingrained in her to help people who were hurting.  It had nothing to do with me personally.
Bradley was looking on anxiously.  “You look like shit, buddy,” he told me.
Despite the pain, I couldn’t help smiling at him, putting on a good face to erase the lines of worry around his eyes.  “I’ve had a rough day,” I retorted, struggling to keep my tone light.  “What’s your excuse?”  I tried to laugh, but that was a mistake.  I gritted my teeth to hold back my cry; I didn’t want to voice my pain.  Bradley was already so on edge, and I didn’t want to upset him further.  Especially considering how unstable he was right now.
But the room was flickering in and out of existence around me.  I was being pulled under, swirling down into darkness.
“Give him more of your blood, doc,” I heard Bradley order.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said flatly. “I’m fresh out of spare blood today.”
Bradley snarled at her.  “Give it to him.  He needs it.”
She gave me her blood?  I thought incredulously.  Surely that went far beyond what her duties as a doctor demanded.  Why would she go to such lengths to save a stranger?  A criminal who didn’t deserve saving?
“No.  I’d rather live long enough to finish treating him, thanks,” her voice floated down to me.  “If you want to kill me, shooting me would be much faster, you know.” 
I tried to struggle through the darkness, but it pressed against me, weighing me down.  I couldn’t let Bradley force her to do that.  Not for me.  Not after everything she had already done.
“Look,” she said gently.  “If I give him my blood, I’ll die.  And then there will be no one here to help him.  Just trust me.”

There was a long silence, but Bradley must have backed off because I could feel the needle tugging at my skin again as she returned to her work.  With the knowledge that she was safe, I succumbed to the blackness, giving in to the merciful release from my pain brought on by unconsciousness.


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Tuesday, 6 August 2013

New Mailing List!

Hi, Readers!

I've just set up a new mailing list.  Please sign up if you would like to keep updated on forthcoming and new releases.  I promise I won't constantly spam you!  You can sign up using the form to the right ----->

Looking forward to connecting with you!
Julia xxx

Saturday, 3 August 2013

Angel (A Companion to Monster) Blurb and Cover Reveal

I announced a few months back that I was writing Angel, which is Monster from Sean's point of view.  Instead of writing six Impossible novellas with alternating POVs as originally planned, I decided to continue with Claudia's side of the story.  However, I have recently returned to Angel because I missed Sean like whoa.  I am still in the early stages of writing Rogue (An Impossible Novel, #2), but I am going to focus on Angel for the next few weeks.  I anticipate an early September release date :).  Here are the blurb and cover:


I almost died that night.  And then what did I do?  I assaulted and terrified the woman who had saved my life.  And then I told her that her life was over, that she could never leave my apartment.  But as much as I knew that she hated me, I couldn’t help being fiercely attracted to her.  The more I got to know her, the more I wanted her.  God, just how fucked up am I?

Sean Reynolds’ life changes on the day he gets shot, the day he meets Dr. Claudia Ellers.  His best friend, Bradley Smith, kidnapped her to save his life.  But Sean can’t let him kill her, not after what she did for him.  At the same time, he knows that he can’t let her go.  But she hates him for what he has done to her, understandably so.  And he hates himself for it.  What’s worse: he wants her, more than he has ever wanted any woman.  He craves to take her, to dominate her body and watch her writhe beneath him in ecstasy.  Their forced isolation only makes it that much harder as he has to resist her day after day, a burden which grows heavier as he comes to know her better.  She knows pain, just as he does, and he can see that she needs release just as badly as he needs control.


But how could she possibly ever feel anything for him but disgust after what he has done to her?  And how could he live with himself if he seduces a woman who can’t escape him?  He couldn’t.  Not if he did that to her.  But does he have a hope of resisting her?


I'm so excited to get more time with Sean and Claudia!  I will post an excerpt and updated release date info in the next few weeks :).  Keep updated on Angel on Goodreads.

Thursday, 1 August 2013

Happy Birthday to me... for YOU!

To celebrate reaching my quarter-century, I'm giving YOU presents!  The first ten people to email me will receive a FREE copy of my new novel Savior (An Impossible Novel, #1)! juliasykes193@gmail.com

Ready, set, GO!

Much Love,
Julia xxx

*UPDATE*  This is all done now.  I hope that everyone who received a copy enjoys it and that those who didn't find their way to Clayton and Rose in the future :).

Thursday, 25 July 2013

Savior Now Available!

Savior (An Impossible Novel, #1) is now available on Amazon!

Monster (Impossible #1) is still Free on Amazon through tomorrow, July 26, and Impossible: The Original Trilogy (Monster, Traitor, and Avenger) is still on sale for $0.99!

I've absolutely loved taking this journey with Clayton and Rose.  I am going to miss them so much, but I am so excited to share their story with y'all!  And they're not gone forever.  They'll be back - along with Sean and Claudia - in Rogue (An Impossible Novel, #2).

I really really hope that y'all enjoy Savior!  xxx


Saturday, 20 July 2013

Savior Promo Extravaganza!

Monster (Impossible #1) will be FREE on Amazon from Monday, July 22-Friday, July 26.  Impossible: The Original Trilogy (Monster, Traitor, and Avenger) will continue to be on sale for $0.99 through the 26th.  Savior (An Impossible Novel, #1) will be released on the 26th.  I'm sensing a pattern here...

Also, a humble request: If you enjoyed the original trilogy, I would love it if you could leave a review on the Amazon page for the complete series.  Right now it's looking very sad with only one review, but Monster has 43!  I would really really appreciate your help!

Thanks so much
Julia xxx


Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Impossible: The Original Trilogy SALE!

Just a heads up: Impossible: The Original Trilogy (Monster, Traitor, and Avenger) will be on sale for $0.99 to celebrate the impending release of Savior (An Impossible Novel, #1)!  The promotion will run from this Friday, July 19 - Friday, July 26.  If you haven't picked up the series yet, this would be the time to do it!  Savior will be available on the 26th.  You can find The Original Trilogy on Amazon, here.


Friday, 12 July 2013

FREE Savior Teaser!

Just a heads up: the Prologue and first 5 Chapters of Savior (An Impossible Novel, #1) is currently FREE on Amazon!  It will be free through July 16th.  The full novel will be available July 26th!  I hope y'all like Rose :).

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

RNConvention

I am super excited to announce that I will be attending my first convention this August (8th-11th)!  There is a Romance-themed ball, Romance Novel Bingo, Trivia, Classes, a Book Fair...  Pretty much a Romance junkie's dream!  Everyone who attends will receive an Impossible series bookmark in their swag bag, and I will be selling and signing books :).  Impossible (The Original Trilogy) and Savior (An Impossible Novel, #1) will be available in paperback and my other works will be available in ebook format.

This is my first time "coming out" as an author and revealing my identity.  I am super nervous, but I'm ready to take the plunge.  I'll be the author wearing corsets every day ;).

If you're attending, I would love to meet you!  Please feel free to email me at juliasykes193@gmail.com and we can arrange a time to get together :).

Find out more about the convention at http://romancenovelconvention.com/

Julia xxx




Monday, 8 July 2013

Free Savior Teaser

Given the delay for the release of Savior, I want to give y'all a little something.  Beginning this Friday, July 12 (the original release date), the Prologue and first 5 Chapters of Savior will be available for FREE on Amazon for five days (the 12th-16th).  I will post a link to the teaser when it goes live.

Julia xxx


Savior Update

I am very sorry to announce that the release date for Savior (An Impossible Novel #1) is going to have to be postponed.  It will be available in the Kindle store on July 26, two weeks later than previously announced (July 12).  I sincerely apologize for the delay.  It turns out getting married and moving continents takes up a hell of a lot of time.  I just want to make sure that Clayton and Rose get to tell their story properly and to give my readers the highest quality story rather than rushing to get something out there that I don't consider my best work.  Again, I am very sorry about the extended waiting period, but I hope that I will be able to deliver a book that y'all will be able to fully enjoy.

Much Love,
Julia xxx

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

Impossible Series Giveaway!

Hey y'all!  To celebrate the impending release of Savior (An Impossible Novel #1) I'm doing an awesome giveaway :).  The prizes are: 3 paperback copies of Impossible (The Original Trilogy), 3 paperback copies of Savior (An Impossible Novel #1), and 10 Impossible series bookmarks.  Book winners will also receive bookmarks.  These include images of the covers and titles of books #4 and #5 in the series, which will not be officially released for several months.  Tweet about the raffle or comment on it to get more entries each day!  Raffle ends July 19.  I can't wait to share Savior with everyone!

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