What's Going On With Me Part 1

Hey guys! I owe everyone an apology - I'm great at short internet communication like twitter and facebook, but with my short attention span I'm always like...HOW DO I BLOG POST? I've forgotten. Also I might be on another planet. Who am I? Why is Donald Trump still alive and being awful?

Regardless, thank you all so much for keeping up with me on twitter, facebook, etc. Twitter is where I'm most active, and also Goodreads! So if there's a question burning you alive, shoot it to me there before you char to a crisp and cease to continue living!

As some of you may know, Entangled Publishing recently bought the Lovely Vicious series. What does this mean? Well;

1. New Cover - I JUST SAW THIS TODAY and let me tell you, I haven't crapped my pants since I was a wee tot, but I may have today. Maybe. I don't actually have the courage to check. Let me get back to you on this one later, or more likely never.

2. Paperback Editions - This means you can finally hold LOVELY VICIOUS in your hands, give it your best friend to read, and mark up the pages with doodles! Or you could be like me, and swaddle the book in a baby blanket and sing it to sleep every night, because that's what I'm going to do.

3. All the LOVELY VICIOUS books have been taken off the market until Jan. 5th, 2016 - So pre-order! Tell your friends! Tell your enemies! Tell yourself to pre-order a million copies to bury your enemies under!

4. Edited Content - Working with Entangled and their lovely editors means I got to make the book even better than it was. It also means I'll get to pad out the subsequent books with more scenes, more steam, and more screams! (And of course, more Jack and Isis. Better Jack and Isis!) My evil cackling just woke up my neighbor. You're welcome.



TLDR: A new version of LOVELY VICIOUS will be out in paperback JANUARY 5th, 2016. But for now, you can pre-order it on:

AMAZON
BARNES AND NOBLE

More places to buy coming soon! Stay tuned for my cover reveal for LOVELY VICIOUS!

Lovely Vicious On Sale!! .99 cents!

As a big thank you for all the love for LOVELY VICIOUS, it's now .99 cents from today until Monday, 11/18 on Amazon and Barnes and Noble! Thank you all so much again for your love and support, and see my previous post on where to get Lovely Vicious, including links!

Lovely Vicious: Where to get it, and a thank you!

Holy crapola, you guys are awesome. I've been swamped with reviews and messages from everyone who's liked Lovely Vicious, and all I can say is THANK YOU. There aren't enough letters in the English language to express my gratitude for each and every review and kind word. Every review helps me as an author like whoa. You guys are hells amazing.

Lovely Vicious is now officially up at most major digital bookseller sites! Here's the master list!

AMAZON

BARNES AND NOBLE

KOBO

SMASHWORDS

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If you liked it, please leave a review at one of these sites! It seriously helps me - it lets me know what to focus on fixing in the next book, and what to keep doing! Feel free to email me at sarawolfbooks@gmail.com, too! I'd love to hear from you and what you thought of the book!

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LOVELY VICIOUS releases today!

Hey guys! How has your November been so far? Sick of Halloween candy yet?


I've got some great news today! LOVELY VICIOUS, my newest series, a Young Adult/New Adult romance, is officially up on Amazon! It's one of the closest books to my heart, and deals with a damaged girl, a stuck-up walking Armani ad, and the war between that eventually blossoms to love. Here's the cover and blurb! Happy reading!!

Fire meets ice. Love meets hate. 

Seventeen-year-old Isis Blake hasn’t fallen in love in three years, nine weeks, and five days, and after what happened last time, she intends to keep it that way. Since then she’s lost eighty-five pounds, gotten four streaks of purple in her hair, and moved to the Buttcrack-of-Nowhere Ohio to help her mom escape a bad relationship. 

All the girls in her new school want one thing – Jack Hunter, the Ice Prince of East Summit High. Hot as an Armani ad, smart enough to get into Yale, and colder than the Arctic, Jack Hunter’s never gone out with anyone. Sure, people have seen him downtown with beautiful women, but he’s never given high school girls the time of day. Until Isis punches him in the face.

Jack’s met his match. Suddenly everything is a game.

The goal: Make the other beg for mercy. 

The game board: East Summit High.

The reward: Something neither of them expected.

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LOVELY VICIOUS - Teaser 3!!!

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COMING NOVEMBER 14th, 2013!!!

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I open the door to the library. Frigid air mixed with the pulpy smell of old books greets me. The librarian eyes my purple streaks but doesn’t say anything. She’s seen worse. I meander down the aisles, looking up and down for him. Finally, I find him in the romance section, leafing through a book with a beefy guy on the cover. I feel my eyebrows shoot up.  

“You could do the fair maidens of the school a favor and inform them you’re gay,” I say.

“Didn’t you read the sign?” He asks coolly without looking up. “No harpies in the library.”

“If I was any fantasy animal I’d be a majestic unicorn, thank you, but I’ll forgive your transgressions. It takes keen eyesight to differentiate a harpy from a unicorn. Also, common sense.”

He looks up, blue eyes growing irritated. “I don’t have the patience for you right now.”

“Listen to yourself! ‘I don’t have the patience for you’,” I mock in a deep voice. “You sound like my freaking Mom! Like a parent! Like a really old, decrepit man. You’re what, seventeen? Start acting like it.”

“They’re spreading rumors about us. It’d be best for you to keep your distance.”

“Aha! I’ve already thought of that! But let’s be realistic – this is high school. No amount of space between us is gonna stop the rumors from breeding like rabbits.”

“Your Freudian choice of metaphor is getting ridiculous, now. If you want me, just come out and say it. Get it over with so I can shoot you down.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Nope. Not happening. You aren’t my type, first off –”

“I’m everyone’s type,” He says, tiredly.

“- And second off, have you even seen that marble statue? It’s incredible. You should at least give her a chance, okay? Someone with that much talent has to be cool.”

He snaps the book closed and picks up another one. “No.”

“You have to agree it’s an incredible piece of art, creepy stalkerish qualities attached to it or no.”

“You’re the only stalker I see here,” He sighs.

“And what about that girl in the PA room? She might not be as pretty as drama club girl –”

“Who?”

“Windshield love note girl.”

“Ah.”

“ – But she’s so cute! And short!  And she has huge boobs! And she’s got tenacity! But mostly huge boobs! That’s a thing with guys last time I checked! Boooobs!” I make a cupping motion around my significantly flatter chest. “And if she has tenacity she’ll be able to put up with your arrogant bullshit longer! It’s a perfect match!”

He snorts. “You don’t know anything about me, let alone enough to matchmake me with some pathetic girls.”

“Stop saying they’re pathetic! They’re nice, okay? You just haven’t given them a chance –”

He moves so fast I barely have to blink and he’s looming over me, arms on either side of me and that same deadly-cool look in his eyes I saw when he was talking to Evans. A strange pressure threatens to collapse my lungs, but I stay strong. For Kayla. For the sake of the war. I’m strong and I can’t let him see anything otherwise.

“All they do is grovel,” He snarls. “I am a thing to them, not a person. They worship me because they don’t know me.”

“Yeah, but you keep it that way – everybody thinks you’re intimidating and hard to approach, just how you like it. You don’t make any effort to be nice, or make friends. It’s easier to be worshipped by people than it is to be friends with them.”

“What the hell do you know?”

“I don’t know anything - except that you’re here, in the library, reading corny-ass romance books.” I gesture around me. He holds my gaze, like he’s looking for something inside me, and then backs off. He puts the book back and takes out a few, piling them on his arm.

“These aren’t for me.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

“I have a friend who enjoys them,” he says, voice now softer. “But she can’t get out a lot. So I bring them to her.”  

“Oh. Well. That’s nice of you. Also kind of weird, since you seem to intensely dislike all women.”

“I don’t dislike them. I’m tired of them. There’s a difference.”

“Tired of them? You’re seventeen! Why do I have to keep reminding you of that? There are soooo many women you haven’t even met yet! Don’t act like you’re tired of the puss-puss, no guy is ever tired of the puss-puss.”

He shoots me a withering look, but for a split second I swear I hear him half-laugh, half-scoff quietly under his breath.  

“You’re bizarre. And a moron. But I suppose it could be worse. You could be normal.”

“I could be normal,” I agree. “It could be even worse – I could like you.”

“True. I don’t like you, either. In fact, I despise you.”

“Can we maybe not talk about your gross little feelings for me?”

“Trust me, they are anything but little. And gross is an understatement - they cause instantaneous vomiting.”

LOVELY VICIOUS - Teaser 2!!!

Hey guys! Lovely Vicious is now less than a month from releasing! I've got another smexy teaser here for you all, and I hope you enjoy!

“What the hell was that for?” I snarl.

“I should be the offended one,” Jack says coolly. “You’re spreading rumors about me. Punching me wasn’t enough, you bloodthirsty cow?”

“I enjoy constructing eventual social downfalls,” I say. “And cow’s really the best you can come up with? That’s cute.”

“I hope you realize how accurate it is.”

“Oh, I do. But you might want to get something a little more original. It doesn’t sting at all. I’ve heard that a thousand times before, trust me.”

“I won’t. Trust you. But I will disappoint you - my social standing is fine. I’ve spent years making it, and a few seconds of slander from a jaded little new girl won’t scratch the surface.”

“I’m jaded?” I scoff. “What does that make you? Diamonded?”

“Let’s not argue semantics –”

“Let’s.”

“No. Unlike you, I have a life to attend to. I can’t afford to waste my time arguing the fine points of what makes you an idiot.”

He tries to duck around me, but I block him with my body.

“You still haven’t apologized to Kayla.”

He scoffs. “This is far beyond just her, now. Stop using your protective instincts as an excuse to harass me. Do it normally, like all the other starstruck girls in this school.”

“I’m surprised you manage to get your head off your pillow in the mornings with an ego like that. Not everything with a vagina likes you, dipshit.”

“Then why spread a rumor about how I kiss? Whether you acknowledge it or not, it’s a very specific rumor. You must’ve used it as cover at the party. Thought of it on the fly, right? It was the first thing that popped into your mind, right? There’s a very smart man named Freud I think you should read up on.”

“There’s this awesome sandwich you should try called my knuckles, but, whatddya know - you already did.”

“So that’s a no, then, to my request about not spreading anymore rumors?”

His eyes are deathly cold, but for some reason that only makes me smile brighter.

“Oh, I’m going to spread the rumor even more, now. Thanks for letting me know it was bugging you.”

I wink at him and walk off. He doesn’t show much emotion, but I caught the tiniest glimmer of annoyance flit across his face before I turned. I won this round. The bell to end lunch rings and people start streaming out of the cafeteria and I keep plotting. I’ll keep harassing him like this, until he apologizes to Kayla, at least. It’s really his fault. It’s only two words, and then I’d let him off the hook. But no – he has to be so stubborn, so conceited, so –

Someone grabs my wrist, hard. I whirl around to yell at them, or possibly fight them off, when a blur roughly pulls me in, hard hipbones pressing into my stomach and height dwarfing me in shadow. I barely register the flash of blue eyes before they tilt my face up and kiss me, a tongue tasting the corner of my mouth and a lip tracing the curve of my cupid’s bow. The kiss spreads buzzing heat from my tongue, to my throat, to my lungs, to my heart, all the way down to my stomach and even below that. Everything is on fire. I can’t breathe – the kiss has me frozen, locked in place, completely immobile. This is my first. This is my first kiss and I’m going weak in the knees, I’m making some kind of stupid little moan. How moronic am I for reacting in such a cliché way? How stupid am I for letting this person –

And it’s then I realize the blue eyes belong to Jack.

And it’s then I realize Jack Hunter stole my first kiss in front of the entire cafeteria crowd. People are whistling, hooting. The smell of Jack’s cologne wafts up and the taste of his mouth is pepper and mint on my tongue as he leans in to whisper;

“If it’s a war you want, Isis Blake, it’s a war you’ll get.”

COMING NOVEMBER 14th, 2013

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LOVELY VICIOUS first teaser!!

Hey everyone! Now that the ARRANGED series has come to a close, I'm working on the first book in my newest romance - LOVELY VICIOUS. It's got a girl with trust issues looking to start over, a heartbreakingly hot guy who doesn't trust anyone, and the sparks that collide when they meet!




COMING NOVEMBER 14th, 2013

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“Oh shit,” Kayla hisses suddenly. “I didn’t know he’d be here.”

I look to where her eyes are riveted. It’s unmistakable who she’s talking about. Amid the chaos of the wiener throwing and drunk flail-dancing to the Black Eyed Peas is a single island of still calm. He’s gotta be six feet at least. His shoulders are broad, and everything about him is lean – his waist, his long legs, his ridiculously sharp cheekbones. His messy hair isn’t quite blonde, but isn’t quite brown either - more like a tumbleweed color. Next to me, Kayla is ogling him with all she’s got, and she isn’t the only one. Girls froze when he walked in, and guys are throwing him stink eye. Whoever he is, I can already tell he’s one of those people who are popular in all the wrong ways.    

He walks further into the party, keeping to himself. Normally you nod at people as you walk in, or look for someone you know in the sea of the crowd. But not this guy. He just walks. He doesn’t have to push or shove his way through – people part naturally. It’s like he’s got an invisible shield around him. He wears a permanent bored expression, like everything around him is completely uninteresting.

“That’s Jack. Jack Hunter,” Kayla whispers. “He never comes to parties like this. They’re way beneath him.”

“Beneath him? He’s in high school, Kayla, not the royal goddamn court.”

“He’s got a nickname around here; Ice Prince. So he sort of is royalty.”

I laugh. When Kayla’s face remains serious, I stop.

“Wait, you’re not kidding? You guys actually call him that?”

She flushes. “Well, yeah! Just like we call Carlos the Mexican quarterback Hot Tortilla and the creepy guy with too many knives who likes to hang around the library Creeper McJeepers. Jack is Ice Prince because that’s what he is!”

I splutter another laugh, and this one must be too loud, because it makes Jack look up. Now that he’s closer I can see his face well. Kayla’s whispering ‘he’s cute’ to me, but that’s not it at all. He’s not baby-faced cute in the way girls giggle about during sleepovers and between classes. He’s handsome; the kind of lion-eyed, sharp-nosed, broad-lipped handsome you see in Italian suit ads. I can see why they call him Ice Prince. Aside from the thick fog of pretentiousness that follows him, his eyes are the color of a lake frozen through – a blue so light it looks almost translucent. And they’re looking right at me. Kayla makes a noise disturbingly similar to a small monkey and hides behind my shoulder.

“He’s looking at us!” She hisses.

“Why are you hiding?”

Kayla mumbles something into my shirt. I roll my eyes.

“You like him.”

“Not so loud!” She pinches my neck and pulls.

“Ow, ow! You can’t have my vertebrae, I need those!”

“Then don’t say dumb things like that so loud!”

“But you do like him!”

She twists, and I yelp. Our din is doing nothing to avert Jack’s eyes - or anyone else’s. I manage to pry her fingers off the part of my nervous system that makes sure I keep breathing and duck into the bathroom to pee. The toilet’s a mess, and I pat it in sympathy on my way out. Stay strong, buddy. One way or another, this will all be over soon. Either we’ll all drop dead of alcohol poisoning, or your bowl will erode from the acidity of the gallons of vomit you’ve been subjected to. Do they give you retirement benefits? No? They should. We should protest. Picket. Toilet Union United.

When I’m done talking to the toilet in a completely sane manner, I walk out to the exact thing I didn’t want to see; Kayla, downstairs again. But the boys are leaving her alone. All except one. Or rather, it’s one boy she’s not leaving alone.

“I don’t u-usually see you at these kinds of parties,” Kayla stammers to none other than Jack himself. He scoffs.

“No. I don’t particularly enjoy rolling in mud. Tonight’s an exception.” He looks around the room, his lip curling. “But you do, I’m guessing.”

“W-What? No, I mean, I’m just Avery’s friend. She makes me come. I don’t even really like these parties –”

“Your speech is slurred and you’re stumbling. You can barely control your own body. If you have to get this drunk to stand the parties your friends make you go to, you’re an idiot who’s made the wrong friends.”

Kayla’s expression stiffens, like she’s been slapped, and then her eyes start watering. My blood begins to boil – who the hell does he think he is?

“That’s n-not what I meant –” Kayla starts.

“And you look exactly like the type of girl to stay with friends she hates. They probably hate you, too. It must be easy, hiding it behind all that booze and all those name brands.”

Kayla’s tears overflow onto her cheeks. Jack sighs.

“You’re so spineless you collapse into tears the second anyone says the truth?”

My heart’s thumping in my chest. My fists squeeze so tight I can’t feel my fingers. I shove the red-faced boy who tries to hit on me again aside and launch myself through the crowd. Kayla isn’t my friend. No one here is. But she’s been four seconds of nice to me - true nice, not Avery’s sugary poison of inviting-me-to-the-weird-test-party nice. And four seconds is more than I ever thought I’d get. It’s the most I’ve had in a long time. Jack’s lip quirks up in a sneer. Say it. Say one more thing, pretty boy. I dare you to.

“You’re pathetic.”  

That’s the first time I punch Jack Hunter’s face. And as my knuckles connect with his stupid high cheekbones and he staggers back with a furious blizzard brewing in his icy eyes, I somehow get the feeling it won’t be the last.