The Vision Paperback

The Vision is now available in paperback.
http://www.amazon.com/Vision-Fallen-Star-3/dp/1466415150/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1319810138&sr=8-3

Giveaway Winner!

The winner of the giveaway is Francesca Bua.
For those of you that didn't win, don't worry, I will hold another giveaway soon.

Book 4 of the Fallen Star Series

Hi everyone,
I know a lot of people thought there were only three books in the series, and that was my original plan. But when I was about halfway through writing the third book, it felt like it wasn’t quite time for the end to come—not with where I want the story to go. And the closer I got to the end, the more I realized there needed to be one more book. So, yes, there will be one more book in the series. I promise it’s the last book, and then I’m going to start working on a new series. I don’t have a released date for book 4 yet, but I’m aiming toward the end of December or the beginning of January. It will be told from Gemma’s and Alex’s point of views because I really feel like Alex needs to tell his side of the story.

Thanks everyone for reading.

The Vision is available on Barnes & Noble!

The Vision disappeared from B&N for a while--I'm not sure why--but it's back up. Here is the link:
http://search.barnesandnoble.com/books/e/2940013235311

Don't Forget

Hey everyone,
I just wanted to remind you that the giveaway I'm having ends on October 29. The winner will get an autographed paperback set of the Fallen Star Series (The Fallen Star, The Underworld, and The Vision). To enter, just post a review on Amazon or Barnes&Noble. You can post one for whatever book you want, but if you post a review on both books, you'll get entered twice. Also, since The Vision is already out, if you want to post a review for it, it will get you another entry. After you post your review/reviews, email me a copy of it. Along with getting entered for the giveaway, I will also mail you an autographed bookmark, so make sure to include your address in the email.

The Vision is available on Amazon!

Hey everyone,
I am ahead of schedule and the kindle version of The Vision (Fallen Star Series, Book 3) is available on amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Vision-Fallen-Star-Book-ebook/dp/B005YR0NG0/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1319415619&sr=8-3

And here is the link for Amazon UK:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Vision-Fallen-Star-Book-ebook/dp/B005YR0NG0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319472696&sr=8-1

The Nook Book and paperback are being processed. I will post the links when they become available.

Description:
Gemma thought she was trapped—that Stephan had finally won. But then time resets and she’s given another chance.
The clock is ticking as Gemma tries to figure out how to change the vision that ends the world in ice. If she can, then maybe she can save the world from Stephan and give her and Alex a chance at a real future. But changing visions can be dangerous, and sometimes one small mistake can lead to disastrous results.

Also, I have been getting asked if this is the final book in the series. There will be a Book 4, which will be the final book of the Fallen Star Series. It will be told from both Alex's and Gemma's point of view.

A teaser from The Vision (Fallen Star Series, Book 3)

I gripped the door handle. “Oh, I’m going to save the world,” I assured him with an alarming amount of confidence. “I’m going to go up to my room and read that book from cover to cover until I find out how to get a hold of this Purple Flame.”
He gave me an intense look that made me squirm in my skin.
“What?” I asked, shaking my head at the breathlessness of my voice.
He shrugged. “It’s nothing, it’s just that you have this take charge attitude…and I kind of like it.”
I made no reaction as I opened my door. “Well, you need to stop looking at me like that.”
He kept looking at me the same way. “I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.”
I tried not to smile, because I knew it was wrong, but as I turned my back to him to climb out of the car, I couldn’t do anything but smile.

First Two Chapters of The Vision

Thought I would share with everyone the first two chapters of The Vision
Hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter 1

I kept having these dreams, or maybe they were more like nightmares. In them, Alex and I are standing out by the entrance to The Underworld. The lake is frozen and the trees are iced over with icicles dripping from the branches. The sky is as dark as a shadow and the air chills me to the bone. Alex is holding me, his arms are wrapped tightly around me. We stay at the edge of the frozen water, clutching onto one another as if our lives depend on it.
The wind is blowing my hair into my face. There is hollowness to the outside, like nothing is there but Alex and I, as if the whole world is empty. As we hold each other, a thought occurs to me that we are not supposed to be together, and if we don’t let go, we will die. I look up at Alex and tell him my thoughts, but he always shushes me as he brushes my hair away from my face.
“It will be alright,” he whispers, but his bright green eyes tell me the opposite. It won’t be okay, they say.
I open my mouth to tell him that I know he is lying, but a crackle echoes through the air and sucks the words away from my lips. I see them—the black hooded figures emerging from the trees, like an army of ice-monsters heading to destroy us.
I look at Alex, wanting him to say something—to do something—but he never does. He just sweeps my hair back and pulls me closer to him.
“It will be alright,” he whispers one last time, and then I am suffocated by light. I hold onto Alex and take a deep breath as I am engulfed by warmth.
It will be alright.
But will it? Because every time I have this dream, I always wake up, lying on the floor of the cabin, stuck out in the middle of the snow-buried mountains. And in the snow lies my weakness. Praesidium. The one thing that renders me of my Foreseer power and binds me to the cabin for as long as Stephan wishes. Yes, I always wake up from my dream, but sometimes I wish I wouldn’t.


Chapter 2

The bathroom faucet had the most annoying drip. Drip…drip…drip…over and over and over again. It was driving me crazy.
I have been stuck in the cabin, where Stephan had left me, for nine days now. And each morning I watch the sun rise through the barred window, is another morning where my sanity is coming to its end. If I thought my life with Marco and Sophia had been lonely, then I had no idea what lonely was. Because this was the mere definition of lonely.
There was nothing in the cabin besides a bathroom. Stephan left a box of food, I guess, not wanting me to starve to death. He wanted me alive—he made that very clear. He just wanted my mind and emotions gone, which, if things kept going the way they were, would probably happen pretty quickly.
I wasn’t in that great of shape either. The spot where I hit my head on the rock, when Nicholas had shoved me down, constantly hurt, and I worried it might be getting infected. There was also only one blanket in the cabin and I constantly had to keep it wrapped around me, otherwise, I would freeze to death.
It was the same thing every day for nine days straight. I sat there on the cold, hardwood floor, curled up in a blanket that smelled like dust and moth balls, and stared out at the snowy mountains that were decorated with marble-sized, lavender balls of Praesidium.
But on the ninth day I lost it.
I was lying on the floor tracing the cracks in the floorboards with my fingers, when I suddenly realized something. Before I even knew what I was doing, I stood up and went over to the front door. I swung it open and, ignoring the blast of Arctic wind that smacked me in the face, I stepped out into the snow, barefoot and in shorts, with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders.
I wasn’t sure where I was going, or if I would even make it very far, but I knew I could not stay here and give up.
Stephan would not win. Either I would escape, or I would die trying.
I would not let the world end.
I started down the mountain, shivering, shaking, and chattering until my muscles felt like they were going to break. But I forced myself to keep going, keeping my eyes on the Praesidium as I walked, wishing desperately that the trail of lavender marbles would finally end so I could Foresee myself away back to Maryland.
But as the wind kicked, and the air dipped even colder, I knew.
I was going to die.
***
There have been a few times in my life where I thought I died, but this was different. I had to be dead this time because all I could see was light—everywhere. Warm light. I’ve been in a light vision before, and Nicholas had informed me that these kinds of visions meant my future was dead. So that meant I was dead right now, right? Because all I could see was light.
“Gemma,” a voice whispered. “Can you hear me?”
My body tensed. “Who is that?” I called out through the light.
“Come toward me?” the voice echoed.
I blinked, searching the light for someone, but I couldn’t tell what was up or down, or if I was even standing or sitting.
“I can’t see you,” I said. “The light’s too bright.”
“Yes, you can,” the voice assured me. “You just have to look harder.”
If the voice didn’t sound so unfamiliar, then I would have thought I was talking to Nicholas, because it sounded like something he would say. But this voice was much deeper and belonged to someone older.
So, not wanting to be difficult to a stranger, I blinked a few times, trying to “look harder.” Strangely enough, the light began to dim. Slowly at first, and then much quicker, until there was nothing left but a faint glow of pale yellow.
I could see now that I was lying on a midnight-blue marble floor, staring up at what looked like a cathedral ceiling. I got to my feet and examined myself over. My skin was its normal pale color and it appeared that the cold hadn’t frostbitten any of my toes or fingers.
“Hello!” I called out, turning in a slow circle. The pale light fogged my surroundings, making it hard for me to see. But I could make out a row of columns on each side of me and a statue not too far off in front. I walked toward the statue, taking each step carefully, afraid that at any second someone—or something—was going to jump out from behind one of the columns.
I managed to make it to the statue unharmed, and without anyone jumping out at me. It was a statue of a man carved of white marble. There was something about the man’s face that looked familiar, but what had me puzzled even more was that in his hands was a crystal ball.
“What in the world,” I mumbled to myself. I leaned in to get a closer look at the plaque mounted at the statue’s feet. My pulse quickened as I read the plaque: Julian Lucas. Lucas? No. There was no way…Could this statue be of my father?
I covered my mouth with my hands and started to back away.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a statue.”
I whirled around and then jumped back when I came face-to-face with a man that had a striking resemblance to the statue, only he was alive and breathing.
“Oh my God.” My voice trembled. I couldn’t believe it. His eyes…the color…violet. “Dad?”
He smiled. “Hello, Gemma.”