Monday, June 17, 2013

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

Published June 2013 by Untold Press (www.untoldpress.com)

 


(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:

 

eBook:  Introductory Price 2.99 (reg. 3.99)

 

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.

 

My website: www.jenwylie.com


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.

 

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