It's my pleasure today, to host a wonderful author and my friend, Jen Whylie. Her newest book is called Broken Prince and is the second in her The Broken Ones series. Get to know a little about Jen and enjoy some excerpts from her books. I think you'll find her as wonderful as I.
Broken Prince
Book Two of The Broken Ones
By Jen Wylie
(On sale for 0.99 for the month of June- reg 3.99)
Genre: YA/NA epic fantasy
WC: 86 000
ASIN: B00D3ULYPO
Blurb:
Sometimes, when you're broken, you can heal on your
own. Sometimes, you need the help of your friends, your family, and the people
you love. Keeping those pieces together when the world seems intent on ripping
you apart is the greatest challenge of all. Especially when the ones you love,
the ones who hold you together, start falling apart themselves.
Arowyn and her family continue on their journey to
return the Elven Prince, Shael, to his homeland before he fades and dies. A
journey full of triumph and horror, love and sorrow, rips them apart with every
fighting moment, and yet brings them together as a family. They don’t allow the
prophecy to rule their lives. Some don’t believe, some don’t care. Prophecies
aren’t written in stone. Events can change. People can change. They are only
words. From besieged cites, to the elusive Were and wild
Fey, nothing quite prepares them to face their deadliest of enemies, one they
didn't know existed.
Available
at:
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Available at Amazon US, UK, DE, FR, IT, ES
Print 12.99 Available at: COMING SUMMER 2013
Reviews:
"Broken
Prince is a story about love and hope, loss and pain, facing the odds and not
giving up. I couldn't put it down!" Wendy Knight, Feudlings
“Filled
with fantasy, non-stop action and suspense, Broken Prince is a heart-achingly
romantic read that had me flipping the pages, needing to know what would happen
next to Aro and her boys. The end is bittersweet and perfect, and I need the
next installment now!” Trisha Wolfe, Of
Silver and Beasts
Bio:
Jen
Wylie resides in rural Ontario, Canada with her two boys, Australian
shepherd and a disagreeable amount of wildlife. In a cosmic twist of fate she
dislikes the snow and cold.
Before
settling down to raise a family, she attained a BA from Queens University and
worked in retail and sales.
Thanks
to her mother she acquired a love of books at an early age and began writing in
public school. She constantly has stories floating around in her head, and
finds it amazing most people don’t. Jennifer writes various forms of fantasy,
both novels and short stories.
Twitter: @jen_wylie
Quotes, teasers
and excerpt below:
Quotes:
“You have
this annoying ability to say the perfect thing and then ruin it by still
talking.”
She wondered what it sounded like when your
heart broke. Glass shattering? The thundering roar of falling mountains? Or
maybe the squishy rip of a real heart?
Teasers:
Broken
Prince teaser 1:
Kei gestured to her. "Come."
With such an invitation she couldn’t resist. Her
muscles bunched and then propelled her forward, off the bed and onto him. Her
wild launch sent his back crashing into the wall.
The breath whooshed out of him and he…chuckled.
The strange reaction froze her for a moment as
her eyes shot to his face in confusion.
He took advantage of
her surprise to wrap his arms around her, pinning her upper arms and holding
her tightly to his chest. A hand cupped the back of her head, pushing it down
into the curve of his neck.
His strength amazed her, yet she fought against it,
kicking and twisting, striking him as she could with the limited use of her
hands.
"My vicious one," he murmured into her
hair.
She lifted her head, and found herself face to face
with him. His nose brushed hers, but she could only stare at the lips a mere
breath away from her own. Their ragged breathes mingled. For a moment they both
became perfectly still.
Her eyes flicked up to his and she sucked in a
sharp breath to find them no longer golden, but glowing faintly yellow.
A low, sultry growl rumbled from his chest.
Red eyes narrowing, she growled in return.
Broken
Prince teaser 2:
"Did you swallow a bug?"
She jumped and blinked. She’d been staring right
at Prince, but her thoughts had taken her so far away she hadn’t noticed him
wake and sit up.
"The look on your face," he continued
when she didn’t answer.
"Oh. No. I was just…thinking." She
forced a polite smile, hoping he wasn’t irritated she’d been standing there
watching him sleep.
He tilted his head
to look up at the stars. "The sun will rise soon. How long have you been
awake?"
"For a while," she admitted ruefully.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she stared down at him. "You should go
back to sleep. You need it."
"You are not my mother, Arowyn."
She snorted.
He grimaced. "She would never do that, for
one."
Somehow she managed to keep her sudden laughter
quiet enough she didn’t wake Bo or Kei.
He patted the ground beside him. "Come, sit
with me."
Hesitation warred with the desire to be closer to
him. Desire won, though her steps were slow and once seated she kept her
distance, close, yet not touching him. Staring down at her fingers, she picked
at her dirty nails. The silence was uncomfortable and uneasiness began to twist
in her stomach.
"We should talk," he said finally, his
voice quiet and strained.
Excerpts
Damon knelt
before them.
"Will she
get better? Will she…" Prince’s voice trailed off.
Her eyes locked
on Damon’s face as he regarded her thoughtfully. His hand came up and she
flinched as it rested on the top of her head. No pain came. She felt…nothing.
If he tried to speak to her, she couldn’t hear him.
"No,"
he said finally. "There has been damage to the brain. There is bleeding
and swelling inside."
Prince’s cry
startled her, almost as much as the sudden clutching of his arms around her.
"Can you do anything," he choked out. "Please, I am responsible.
I can not…I will pay–"
Damon chuckled.
"It is not your life that needs saving." He stared at Prince for a
long moment. "I see." He shook his head. "Perhaps I was wrong
and she isn’t the one. I read so few pages of the book." He turned to Kei.
"No,"
the Fey said. "I don’t remember."
"Pity."
"Dragos, I
beg of you," Prince began again.
"The Elven
prince begs, and for a human. How very far you have fallen." He looked
down at her again.
Blinking up at
him, she tried to get her scattered thoughts to work. She’d barely comprehended
what he’d said past the inference she was dying. The words sent an icy chill
through her body. Terror crawled through her, speeding her heart. Sweat broke
out on her forehead and all she could hear was her increasingly frantic
breathing.
Kei startled
her, leaning forward over her to press a kiss to her forehead. She tilted her
head back, trying to see him.
"I’m with
you."
Damon’s fingers
brushes her cheek, drawing her attention back to him. "Do you wish to
live, young Arowyn?"
Words refused to
pass her lips. Somehow she managed to nod. She didn’t know what the cost would
be, certainly there would be one. Right then, she didn’t care. Rot it all, she
wanted to live!
"Very
well." He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. "Dragos rarely heal
others. I do know the magic, but it is difficult. Your story has barely begun.
I find I would actually attempt it, just to see what you might become and how
it will unfold."
He sat back and
gestured to the pile of furs next to him. "Lay her down. This will take
some time and I’ll need no distractions."
Prince carefully
set her amongst the furs, arranging her arms so her hands rested on her chest,
tucking stray locks of hair behind her ears. Leaning forward, he rested his
forehead for a moment against hers.
"Get well,
Arowyn."
Bo appeared
next, smoothing the hair back on the top of her head and squeezing one of her
hands. "You can do this, pup."
Garen pressed
his wet nose against her temple. If he spoke, she didn’t hear him.
Kei pushed the
wolf aside and took her face in his hands. His eyes glowed with that strange
orange inner light. Tears streaked down his cheeks. Despite the awkward
position he leaned down and held her close for a moment. "Remember our promises,"
he whispered in her. "I’m always with you." He choked on a sob and
squeezed her tightly again. "I love you," he whispered fiercely
before quickly pulling away.
She wished she
could speak. More than anything, she wanted to tell him she loved him, too. She
wanted to tell all of them she did. Tears filled her eyes and slid down her
face.
Damon knelt
beside her and turned her head to look at him. "I will do what I
can," he said. "However I can’t guarantee it will work. I have never
tried to heal a human before. Understand?"
She managed a
faint nod and pressed her quivering lips together.
He glanced up
and gestured the others away. "Stand back and be silent." His eyes
found hers again. "Don’t fight me this time, little one. Fall into my
eyes…"
Blinking once
more to clear the tears away, she tried to do as he asked. Damon’s eyes were
strange enough she found it not difficult to stare. They had vertical slits and
no whites at all. The iridescent color was a wash of blue-green with streaks of
gold and red. The colors began to swirl, making her dizzy as she tried to watch
them. A comforting thrum emanated from his chest, soothing her as his power
wrapped around her. Her thoughts drifted into nothing.
