Saturday, December 10, 2016

Big Box of Paperbacks Giveaway

Big Box of Paperbacks Giveaway

Welcome to the #PNR and #UF Big Box of Paperbacks Giveaway! This book blitz is brought to you by Xpresso Book Tours.

Who’s ready for a giveaway you can get your hands on? A bunch of authors got together to bring you this Big Box of Paperbacks Giveaway! One lucky winner is going to win SIXTY-TWO (62) Paperback Books!

How’s that for an epic Book-Lover’s Prize?! If you are a fan of Urban Fantasy, Dystopian Fiction, or Paranormal/SciFi Romance, you’re going to want to get in on this! The best part is that even if you don’t win, you’ll be subscribed to the sponsoring authors newsletters for a chance to grab some freebies, snag some special offers, and enter more giveaways!
Read an excerpt from one of the featured books below.

Excerpt from Fireseed One by USA Today bestselling author Catherine Stine.
We anchor at SnowAngel Island, trek toward the center of town, and pile into L’Ongitude. It used to be a whale-blubber processing plant. Now it’s a club full of striking, well-heeled young people gyrating to Nu-Arctic beats. We flash the fake IDs that Audun lent us. Good light show. Snowflake and icicle shapes in silvery colors whirl across the walls and across peoples’ bodies. Swallowing a lump of envy, I glance at the couples, lucky enough to already be in college, and soon be unfolding the fronds of their dream careers.
As I watch them, I get this awful vision of the world, in, say, in four years. A world where we never found those agar seed disks and the food bank dried up. It’s a world where these healthy, lively party-hounds are haggard and hungry, and no longer dancing. Where they’re on their bony hands and knees in their backyards, scratching for mushrooms and sinewy worms. I grab anxiously at a pile of pink-and-yellow agar-pastries that a L’Ongitude waitress is carrying, and stuff one in.
Shaking off the vision as I chew, I glance over at Marisa. She’s arching her brows at a girl’s skimpy garb. The girl ignores Marisa but her dance partner gives Marisa an appreciative once-over. Even though Marisa’s hair is hastily pinned up with strands that blew out from the wind, she stands out because of her unusual Land-style suit—long pants hugging her legs. Most girls on SnowAngel dress in short frocks with hike shorts.
Little does this guy ogling Marisa know I hold her captive with an invisible fish-tracker; that without it she’d escape in a hot minute. The irony makes me cringe. I don’t need to fish with virtual line to snag a girl, and she’s certainly not my girlfriend. Marisa’s keeping step with me, and after that first bold stare at the dancers, she bows her head when someone looks her way. Anxiety practically sweats off her. Why does she hate crowds?
“Look, jerk, I’m not your prize whale,” she hisses. “You want to see that video of your dad? The only way is if you take the stupid fish line off me.”
“I can’t do that.”
It’s a standoff while we glare at each other, me wondering why I don’t just jab her with my fish knife for all the damage she’s inflicted, her probably wondering how she can off me and get the rest of those disks. But there’s Fireseed, and the mystery video. I need Marisa to find out what these are.
Her face breaks into a sudden, shocking grin as she holds out a handful of peanuts. “I got us a snack.”
A watery tension in my chest eddies into my legs morphing them into heavy, wet plaster. Surreptitiously, I throw my share of the nuts on the floor. For all I know, she laced them with poison.
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]

Enter the giveaway here for a chance to win 62 paperback books valued at $744.