Cover Reveal: Marked

Now that All I Desire is out there, being awesome, it’s time to look ahead to March 28, when my NEXT book will be available!  2017, you gorgeous gal.  Let’s do this.
MARKED.  It’s the Wild West.  It’s sex and too much bourbon and legends and paranormal madness.  And as of right now, it’s only available in a limited edition box set.  I know I say this all the time, but this might be my favorite of all the books I’ve written.  The plot is that much fun!  Feast your eyes on this:
Awake.
She has no memory of how she ended up unconscious in a cellar, dressed only in a corset and petticoats, and with nothing but a candle, a pistol.
And a dead girl.
Her only clues her own identity are the blue lines tattooed beneath her mouth and a word marked in her chest: Healed.  Now she’s on the run, pursued by man and fae alike.  They claim they know what she did, who she is—and what she was.  Her only ally is a man with a bloodstained past.  A man she’s falling in love with.
A man who might be a concoction of her own mind.
Healed doesn’t know who is telling her the truth and who is lying; what is a dream and what she did to be a woman with no name, no past.  Time is running out.  A war is coming.
The oath is broken.
Right now, you can pre-order the box set, Dark Fates, for 99 cents.  That’s less than a McDouble on the McDonald’s value menu.  Not only will get you get Marked, but you’ll also get novels by some of my closest author friends.  That sound you hear is a bonus (Please tell me someone else remembers that commercial.  What’s that?  A BONUS).
Click here to pre-order!  Do it.  I triple dog dare you.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the celebratory celebration over the release of All I Desire is still going on.  Make sure you keep your eyes peeled, because I’ve got some giveaways coming up within the next few weeks, including a chance to grab a free copy of All I Desire.  Sit tight.  Things are about to get real.
 
If you’re not a One Direction fanatic, please feel free to stop reading.
So, all this nonsense about Harry Styles’s new, upcoming 70s Rock/Queen/Rolling Stones/ovary bursting bonanza is driving me insane.  Give me a release date, people.  Please do not drop this album when I’m a) asleep or b) at work and my phone is off.  Because, legit, I need a Hazza fix.  Dunkirk is still, like, five months away and I have a milestone birthday that month (cough cough, thirty-five, cough cough) and need something to hold me over until then.  DO SOMETHING, HARRY STYLES.  You’re killing me, Smalls.