I am so excited that 13 TO LIFE by Shannon Delany is
available now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book,
be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a limited
editions of the book with sprayed edges and swag courtesy of Shannon & Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a
chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.
About The Book:
Author: Shannon Delany
Pub. Date: October 3,
2024
Publisher: Inimitable Books
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Pages: 360
Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/13-to-life
I raised my chin. “I am no Thisbe, scared of a
lion,” I challenged.
“And I am no Pyramus,” he confided. “And,” he added, leaning closer, his
body casting me in shadow as a smirk twisted his lips, “I am no lion...”
After the sudden death of her mother, all Jessie Gillmansen wants is to deal
with the loss in her own time, avoiding any more life-altering changes and
regaining some sense of control. Living in the slow-moving town of
Junction and focusing on school and the strangeness surrounding the wolf attack
in a nearby city may be her best bet—
—until Pietr Rusakova moves in.
Pietr is more than good looks and a fascinating accent—he's a guy with a
dangerous secret whose mysterious past is about to catch up to him and turn
Jessie's life upside down all over again, threatening everything she thinks she
knows about life and the world she lives in.
With secrets coming to light and danger closing in from all sides, time's
running out for Pietr and Jessie, and it seems change is one thing Jessie
definitely can't avoid.
The new edition of the book which started as a serial story on TextNovel.com in
2008, won the first-ever cell phone novel contest in the Western world in 2009,
and was published by St. Martin's Press in 2010 is now greatly expanded and
packed with even more action, adventure, romance, and angst!
Excerpt from Chapter
Twelve of 13 to Life by Shannon
Delany, 2nd edition:
He stood beside me, heat pouring off of him. He’d shed the denim jacket a
while ago and had pushed up his sweatshirt’s sleeves, revealing muscular
forearms. I could smell the mingled scents of pine-laced sweat and sweet
timothy hay on him and I thought that, together, they made a fine cologne.
“Are you going to Homecoming?” I swallowed. “Amy and Sarah want me to. I
think Sarah wants to show you off.”
He grunted and leaned the pitchfork against a stall. He picked up a pail of
water and began to refill Rio’s bucket. I asked the next question before I
could stop myself. “Did you kiss her?”
He froze, mid-pour, thinking. Water dribbled over the bucket’s edge and
onto Rio’s floor.
I righted the pail, taking it from him, my hands brushing his. I trembled
at the touch.
“Did you want me to?” he pressed, his beautiful blue eyes dark, hooded.
I blinked up at him. God, he was so frustrating. I set the pail down,
letting it slosh to show my frustration. “Do what you want,” I commanded.
I stood, transfixed, as he pulled off his gloves slowly, finger by
tantalizing finger, before dropping them to the hay at our feet, his eyes never
leaving mine. “Da?” he asked, the
single syllable like the rumble of an oncoming thunderstorm so strong it made
my stomach quiver.
My heart raced and, though the breath grew tight in my throat, I
challenged, “Da.” Absolutely
flippant.
And then he was kissing me again, steering me backward until I was pressed
against the wall, bridles and reins rustling against my head and toying with my
hair. His tongue traced the edges of my lips, tentative and tender, and
something inside me softened, urging me to respond. To do what I wanted, too. My spine loosened, became
rubber.
I wanted to be wanted, didn’t I?
The way Pietr kissed me left no doubt in my mind that he wanted me — just as I was, no more and no less.
Damage included.
But I knew that no matter how much I wanted to be kissing Pietr — to be
dating Pietr — I couldn’t. Not right now. So, I pulled my mouth away from our
kissing and dodged beneath his arm. “I can’t do this . . .” I leaned over,
hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath and focus.
He stood back, arms across his chest, observing me coolly. “Please tell me
what you can’t do,” he said, the softest hint of his accent edging back into
his voice. “Because it seems like you can kiss me back just fine.”
About Shannon Delany:
Author,
book coach, and ghostwriter for intriguing people! Author of the 13 to Life
series, the Weather Witch series (both originally published through St.
Martin's Press), articles for national children's magazines, and several
ongoing serials through Kindle Vella. A much-abbreviated version of 13 to Life
(written in just five weeks) won the grand prize in the western world's
first-ever cell phone novel contest. Previously a teacher, the Educational
Director at a zoo, a Library Director (and many other things!) Shannon is most
importantly a mom and a wife who raises heritage livestock and occasionally
makes intricate papercutings in upstate New York. She holds an MA in Holocaust
and Genocide Studies, and has always been fascinated by history, myths, legends,
paranormal research, and romance.
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Giveaway Details:
3 winners will receive a Limited Edition of 13 TO LIFE (of only 113), sprayed edges, etc. and wolfie swag pack. US Only.
Ends October 12th, Midnight EST.
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