Frostbite

  • Pin it…


    Remember on March 26th we had this epic cover reveal for Frostbite? Seriously, you guys rocked the airwaves sharing this beautiful cover.

    Well, today, let’s get things rocking again.

    If you PIN the cover to your PINTEREST boards, you’ll get a free eARC of Frostbite. Already have a free eARC of Frostbite? That’s okay, we’ll get you set up with a FREE short story instead. I have TWO to choose from: Merus in the Making (Wasteland 2.5) and Prelude to Darkness (Wasteland .5)

    Be sure to link me up in the comments with your email addy and your Nook or Kindle preference. Or email us your Pinterest link to Publicist (at) lynnrush (dot) com with your Nook or Kindle preference. **Giveaway open until Midnight EDT April 30th 2013**

    So here’s the cover, grab it, spread the word and lets rock this internet!

    Frostbite Cover

     

     

    Thanks so much for the awesome fun we’re having with Violet Dawn’s release. You guys ROCK. Don’t forget the awesome giveaway I have going on for this. Grand Prize is a KINDLE eREADER! And you can earn entries EVERY DAY.

    And since I’m sneaky that way, I might even add in a few extra tasks as the giveaway progresses, so be sure to keep checkingTHE GIVEAWAY ZONE.

  • Evolution of a book cover…


    I have the best book cover designer ever. I might be biased, but she’s just done a fantastic job on all of my covers. I’ve got them all listed below, but for today’s post, I wanted to link you up to Jeannie, AKA best designer ever. She posted about how she created my latest cover, FROSTBITE. It’s pretty sweet.

    CLICK HERE to enter Jeannie’s lair.

    Be sure to leave a comment. I’ll give you an eARC of the book Frostbite (releases September 17th, 2013) if you do. Just be sure to leave an email addy in your comment so I know where to send the e-book. Okay?

    Here’s a peak at all the covers she’s done for me.

     

  • #CoverReveal: Frostbite


    Jeannie Ruesch does it again!

    Frostbite Cover

    Here’s the blurb:

    Amanda gives a whole new meaning to cool…

    Amanda Smith is sick of getting chased from town-to-town. So when she lands in tiny Trifle, Arizona, she hopes it’s her last move for a long time. Despite hating the smallness of the town, she settles in and finds a best friend, and even a boyfriend. Normality at its finest.

    But for a girl who can shoot snow from her hands and lift a two-ton truck over her head like a bag of feathers-normal is not an option.

    The scientists who murdered her mother come barreling into Amanda’s quiet life. She must decide if she’ll run again or stay and fight. The price of either choice might be her life or the lives of those she’s come to love…

    Goodreads ADD

  • Touch of Frost…


    Hey, everyone, Mandy here. I don’t let many people call me Mandy, but since you’re friends of Lynn, you can!

    For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Amanda Smith. Lynn writes my story in the Touch of Frost novels. First one is Frostbite. And I hear it’s in final edits. The cover request is with the designer…things are coming together.

    I’m a little nervous, though. My life is wicked-crazy and so far from normal, considering I can freeze anything I touch and life a car without breaking a sweat. Hopefully you like the story.

    Here’s a little taste:

    Amanda gives a new meaning to cold…

    Amanda Smith is sick of getting chased from town-to-town. So when she lands in tiny Trifle, Arizona, she hopes it’s her last move for a long time. Despite hating the smallness of the town, she settles in and finds a best friend, and even a boyfriend. Normality at its finest.

    But for a girl who can shoot snow from her hands and lift a two-ton truck over her head like a bag of feathers-normal is not an option.

    The scientists who murdered her mother come barreling into Amanda’s quiet life. She must decide if she’ll run again or stay and fight. The price of either choice might be her life or the lives of those she’s come to love…

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    Here’s a little excerpt:

    “I will not freeze anyone today.” I wiggled my fingers. Not that they ever listened to my command, but I had to try something. I’d made it three whole months at this school without accidentally freezing someone.

    Just needed to keep it going for one more week until graduation.

    I clomped out of my bedroom, backpack in tow, chanting my no-freezing-allowed mantra in my head. A steaming travel mug sitting on top of the breakfast bar caught my attention. A note taped to it read: Morning. I’m in the garage.

    Despite his tendency to nag, my big brother had one or two redeeming qualities. I brought the coffee to my nose and flipped the sip-hole open. “Mmm.” Vanilla flavored. My fave.

    I hustled to the door and yanked it open, ready to face another day. Only a few more until graduation.

    Dry, desert air greeted my skin with a gentle caress when I stepped onto the porch. The yard littered with cactus and rocks reminded me of the stark contrast between Arizona and Minnesota. Despite my icy tendencies, I despised the cold and humidity.

    I started down the flight of stairs toward the sidewalk leading to the garage still repeating my mantra. A daily ritual, crazy by anyone’s standards but mine, considering I had to work pretty hard to not accidentally freeze something.

    Clanking metal and a slew of curse words streamed out from the garage. My trot down the stairs morphed into a mad dash.

    The Coats found us again!

    My quick motion sent dark liquid splashing through the lid and onto my shirt. Coffee soaked the cotton, scorching my skin. I hurled the cup to the gravel yard. Please let Scott be okay.

    I kicked the side door open, my hand already chilled and ready to freeze anyone who wasn’t my brother. “Scott.” I screamed so loud, razors slicing my throat would have hurt less.

    Oh my God. Did they get him?

    Scott popped up from behind the car. He lifted his arms in surrender. “Whoa.” His gaze fixed on my hand.

    Fanned open and aimed directly at him, my arctic-blue digits shimmered with a layer of frost. Panic squeezed my lungs. Trembles traveled up my legs and vibrated my gut. My power always exploded when I was scared.

    The crowbar he held clanked to the cement and rang like a tower bell within my skull.

    I drew in a stuttered breath and scanned the single-car garage. “Scott? Are you okay? I heard-”

    “Pull it back, Mandy. Calm down.” He inched toward me. White puffs of breath leaked from his mouth. “You can do it. Pull it back.”

    “I thought-” I swallowed hard. My tongue turned as dry as cotton. I lowered my arm, and my bag slid off my shoulder to the floor. Damn those Coats for turning me into a paranoid freak.

    More of a freak than I already was.

    “Mandy?”

    “I heard a crash and you cursing up a storm. I thought the Coats-” My jaw clenched. The mere thought of them triggered my gag reflex. They’d slaughtered my parents four years ago, but nearly every day since then I’d been on edge.

    The fact that they’d captured me a few times didn’t help with the paranoia either.

    I peeked behind me. Our tiny apartment above my brother’s smoothie shop remained dark and quiet. No jerks dressed in white doctor type outfits stomping around, shooting their pointy little tranquilizer darts.

    It’d been a while since we’d seen them, but I didn’t think I’d ever relax. How could I? They’d been chasing us for so long.

    Scott grabbed my shoulder. “I’m sorry. They haven’t found us. We’re safe, Mandy. We’re safe.”

    Thank God. I couldn’t lose Scott. Couldn’t see him hurt again. “What’s going on? I almost turned you into an ice sculpture.”

    “I’d make a totally hot ice sculpture though, right?” He fingered his chestnut curls. “Can you turn down the cold first? It’s freezing in here.”

    “Well, whose fault is that? Can’t go around cussing and clanging metal together, I thought someone was attacking you again.” And I didn’t particularly feel like killing anyone this morning.

    I shook out my hands. Back off. I didn’t have a great way of getting this ice-thing under control, so telling it to settle down seemed to work for now. If only I knew how this happened to me.

    And why the hell didn’t Scott have any powers if Mom had this, too?

    “Good job. I can feel it warming up.” If Scott’s indigo eyes got any bigger, they’d pop out of their sockets. “I’m sorry, Mandy. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

    My heart finally slowed to a jog. I felt like I’d sprinted a marathon in record time. The thought of Scott getting hurt by those crazy scientists again totally freaked me out. Although he told lame jokes and was kind of a nerd, he was all I had left.

    I had to keep him safe. He was in danger because of me. Not to mention he was pretty wimpy.

  • Picked a name…


    Thanks for all your help with my post: Name My Trilogy

    I’ve picked the winner.

    It was tough since there were so many great entries. Thank you all. I’m super excited about this project. Just sent in my cover request form to the amazing Jeannie Ruesch with Will Design for Chocolate.

    She’s made all my covers to date, so I know Frostbite will be great.

    So…without further delay. Here is the winner:

    Touch of Frost

    Brittany Hiester suggested this one, and I just loved it. Winter Blaze was a close second but I had to go with my gut and the majority on this one.

    Congrats Brittany. You’ll be mentioned in the acknowledgements of this book once it’s published. I’m moving forward with the self-publishing route on this trilogy, and I could be more excited (and a little scared since it’s my first ever self-pubbing adventure).

    So, Brittany, give me a holler (LynnRush (at) lynnrush.com) and we’ll chat.

    Thanks to everyone who participated. Stay tuned for more details on the Touch of Frost novels coming soon!!!

     

     

  • Let’s choose…


    Hey, gang. Thanks so much for helping me come up with a trilogy name for my Frostbite project. I’ve narrowed it down to a few I like. Which would you pick?

    [polldaddy poll=6816855]

    Here’s a reminder of the blurb:

    Amanda Smith is sick of getting chased from town-to-town. So when she lands in tiny Trifle, Arizona, she hopes it’s her last move for a long time. Despite hating the smallness of the town, she settles in and finds a best friend, and even a boyfriend. Normality at its finest.

    But for a girl who can shoot snow from her hands and lift a two-ton truck over her head like a bag of feathers-normal is not an option.

    The scientists who murdered her mother come barreling into Amanda’s quiet life. She must decide if she’ll run again or stay and fight. The price of either choice might be her life or the lives of those she’s come to love..

    And here’s a little taste of the first few lines of the story:

    “I will not freeze anyone today.” I wiggled my fingers. Not that they ever listened to my command, but I had to try something. I’d made it three whole months at this school without accidentally freezing someone.

    Just needed to keep it going for one more week until graduation….

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