Thursday, August 14, 2014

Dangerous Boys Release





Out Now!

August 14th, 2014


Dangerous Boys by Abigail Haas


Three teens venture into the abandoned lake house one night; 

hours later, only two emerge from the burning wreckage. 

Chloe drags one Reznick brother to safety, unconscious and 

bleeding; the other is left to burn, dead in the fire. But which 

brother survives? And is his death a tragic accident? 

Desperate self-defense?

Or murder?


Chloe is the only one with the answers. As the fire rages, and 

police and parents demand the truth, she struggles to piece 

together the story of how they got there-a story of jealousy, 

twisted passion, and the darkness that lurks behind even the 

most beautiful of faces…




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Early Praise

"Dangerous Boys is a taut, compelling thriller balanced 

on the razor's edge of suspense. I could not put it down, and 

could not stop grinning wickedly as I raced through the 

pages." -- Leah Raeder, USA Today bestselling author of 

Unteachable


"Abigail Hass is a master at her craft! This is a special 

book and a special author. This is the kind of storytelling 

and writing that stick with you no matter how much time 

passes." -- The Book Geek Blog


"As with Dangerous Girls, the closing left me with a huge, 

admittedly rather twisted smile on my face. I don't know 

how Haas manages to turn me into such a gleefully evil 

creature." -- Dahlia Adler, blogger.


"Dangerous Boys was an intense, psychological read which 

was full of suspense and drama,...Abigail Haas has a way of 

writing books which reel you in and keep you there, hooked 

and addicted until the very last page." -- Goodreads.com


About Abigail Haas


Abigail Haas has written two adult novels and four young 

adult contemporary novels under the name Abby McDonald. 

Dangerous Girls is her first young adult thriller. She grew up 

in Sussex, England, and studied Politics, Philosophy & 

Economics at Oxford University. She lives in Los Angeles.




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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Dangerous Boys teasers













From the critically-acclaimed author of DANGEROUS GIRLS comes a new dark, twisted thriller…
"It all comes down to this: Oliver, Ethan, and I."
Three teens venture into an abandoned lake house one night. Hours later, only two emerge from the burning wreckage. Chloe drags one Reznick brother to safety, unconscious and bleeding. The other is left to burn, dead in the fire. But which brother survives? And is his death a tragic accident? Desperate self-defense?
 Or murder?
Chloe is the only one with the answers. As the fire rages, and police and parents demand the truth, she struggles to piece the story together - a story of jealousy, twisted passion and the darkness that lurks behind even the most beautiful faces.
Release date: August 14th
Preorder:
Early praise:
"Dangerous Boys is a taut, compelling thriller balanced on the razor's edge of suspense. I could not put it down, and could not stop grinning wickedly as I raced through the pages." -- Leah Raeder, USA Today bestselling author of Unteachable
"Abigail Hass is a master at her craft! This is a special book and a special author. This is the kind of storytelling and writing that stick with you no matter how much time passes." -- The Book Geek Blog
"As with Dangerous Girls, the closing left me with a huge, admittedly rather twisted smile on my face. I don't know how Haas manages to turn me into such a gleefully evil creature." -- Dahlia Adler, blogger.
"Dangerous Boys was an intense, psychological read which was full of suspense and drama,...Abigail Haas has a way of writing books which reel you in and keep you there, hooked and addicted until the very last page." -- Goodreads.com


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Friday, August 8, 2014

Why Fairytales Still Appeal to Us: Free Agent Blog Tour


This is a guest post from J.C. Nelson on why fairytales have stood the test  of time. 

I drew much of my inspiration from the old fairy tales while writing Free Agent, and one of the questions I kept asking myself was “How is it that stories that are at least four hundred years old find new life even today?”

I bought a book of Grimm’s Fairy Tales for research. This book contained variant after variant of the fairy tales.  Some of them differ only by a few words – others have entirely different endings to the same story.  And as I read, I realized that the themes I saw in the stories are themes that remain relevant to this day:
  • Blended families failing to blend. (Snow White, Hansel and Gretel, Cinderella.
  • Unfair deals: (Rapunzel, Jack and the Bean Stalk, Rumplestiltskin.)
  • Perseverance, Faith or Virtue as a route to happiness: (The Girl with No Arms, The Goose Girl)
  • Desperate people driven to desperate measures: (Hansel and Gretel, The Goose Girl)


I don’t know about you, but I know a lot of blended families. The number of women or men that come prepackaged with children is huge, and a blended family takes a ton of work.  So even today we have mothers who favor, consciously or unconsciously their own children over others. We have fathers who come down soft on their own children. 

Even today we have people who get a raw deal in life and it’s the only deal they are offered.
Even today we know people who choose happiness in the face of despair, people who get kicked in the teeth by life and get back up, and people who hold faithful to partners through the worst of times.

The magic changes. It becomes more codified.  Sometimes it becomes science fiction, with nano-bots replacing fairies and genetic engineering taking the place of wishing wells, but the message remains the same:

  • You can beat death.
  • You can survive unfair circumstances.
  • You can thrive in the midst of the cesspool that often is life.
  • And somewhere out there, there’s a happy ending for you, too.


I think more than anything, that’s what people who love fairy tales want to hear.  That evil can be beaten, and people with more power stand up for the weak, even when it means facing giants, fairies and murderous creatures.  That those who hold on and hold out can outlast evil and live happily, if not ever after.

That’s going to be popular forever.








When it comes to crafting happily-ever-afters, the Agency is the best in the land of Kingdom. The Fairy Godfather Grimm can solve any problem—from eliminating imps to finding prince charming—as long as you can pay the price…



Working for Grimm isn’t Marissa Locks’s dream job. But when your parents trade you to a Fairy Godfather for a miracle, you don’t have many career options. To pay off her parents’ debt and earn her freedom, Marissa must do whatever Grimm asks, no matter what fairy-tale fiasco she’s called on to deal with.



Setting up a second-rate princess with a first-class prince is just another day at the office. But when the matchmaking goes wrong, Marissa and Grimm find themselves in a bigger magical muddle than ever before. Not only has the prince gone missing, but the Fae are gearing up to attack Kingdom, and a new Fairy Godmother is sniffing around Grimm’s turf, threatening Marissa with the one thing she can’t resist: her heart’s wishes.



Now Marissa will have to take on Fairies, Fae, dragons, and princesses to save the realm—or give up any hope of ever getting her happy ending…


About the Author

A Texas transplant to the Pacific Northwest, JC Nelson lives with a family and a flock of chickens near rainy Seattle.

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Sample Chapter:
One
The New Year’s Eve countdown told me I had five minutes until the ball drop. That gave me six minutes until somebody got killed. I spotted the shoplifter in line at the theater and worked my way across the street, through the teeming crowd. She had no idea what she was wearing, which made her both stupid and dangerous. Stupid was dangerous enough by itself.
“Marissa, I might remind you of the time,” said a man’s voice. It came right out of the store window beside me, the dry voice with its not-quite-English accent. He watched me with critical eyes.
“I got it, Grimm.” I walked along the theater line, head down.
His image followed me, reflecting from the windows and even the brass banister knobs that held the velvet rope. “I’ll believe that when you actually do.”
Call it women’s intuition, or maybe the slippers she wore tipped her off, but the shoplifter turned and looked right at me. Our eyes met, and she knew why I was there, if not who I was. As the crowd surged forward, she ducked into the theater, disappearing into the throng.
“God Damsel-it.” I spat out the faint taste of soap. “Doesn’t count, not a real curse.”
“Watch your language, young lady. Only proper women live happily ever after. Now, go get those slippers back.” Grimm appeared in the ticket window, beckoning me on.
If I had enough Glitter to buy a happily ever after, I wouldn’t have spent all day chasing a thief. There were easier ways to make a living, and definitely safer ways.
I breathed in the warm lobby air, laced with enough butter, fat, and salt to make me gain a couple of pounds just from walking through.
The ticket man watched me as I approached, jiggling my leg. “I’ve got to go. Could you save my spot in line?”
He rolled his eyes, the apex of teenage angst, and motioned me past. I’d been to my fair share of balls and knew where I’d go if I had a pair of shoes that were killing my feet. I headed straight to the bathroom. Nobody in the prep area, but I listened. There, soft sobbing, and the click of high heels on ceramic.
“The slippers won’t come off like that.” I hoped I wasn’t talking to a Grandma, but the sobbing cut off.
Grimm coalesced into the mirrored wall, his white hair framing the bald spot on his head. He looked at me over horn-rimmed glasses that masked eyebrows like a yeti’s. “Marissa, two minutes.”
If I’d had something handy, I’d have thrown it at the mirror. In the name of not having a magical disaster, I decided to commit the cardinal sin of the ladies room. I tried the stall door. As my hand touched it, the door burst open, hitting me in the face. Pain made the world flash white. I put my hand to my nose and felt the blood as she dashed out of the restroom. Grimm told me the shoes were enchanted, but the fact that she could run in three-inch heels meant serious magic. Now I knew I had the right girl. In the lobby, the fire alarms wailed as I came out of the bathroom, and I caught a glimpse of her running out. I charged after her, through the fire exit and into the alley.
I wasn’t afraid of your average dark alley. I had standard Agency-issue spells in my coat and a nine millimeter in my purse for dealing with the less dangerous pests, but even I knew you have to be careful with an upset woman.
She pulled at her feet and limped down the alley. “I’m not giving them back.”
No way was she going to outrun me. Tennis shoes might not be the height of fashion, but I wore them for their practicality. I slipped a bag out of my pocket. “This will let me take them off. You can’t remove them because you stole them.”
She stumbled, then slumped against the wall, her feet out in front of her. Passing taillights made the glass slippers glisten, moving and shifting, like something alive. That made sense, since Grimm said they were. The glass filled with red, like she’d cut her toe. The bloodstain spread up the sides of the glass and she began to gurgle and cry.
I pulled out my pocket compact. “Grimm, I might have a problem.”
“Tell me you have them.”
“Just about.”
“Get out of there, Marissa. She’s not going to turn into a pumpkin.” His voice was firm and commanding. I’d never been the type to listen to firm or commanding. See, there was this thing about magic slippers. Use them with permission, and at midnight the whole deal expired. Steal them from a custom boutique on Fifth, and at midnight turning into a vegetable was the least of your worries.
She curled into a ball, kicking, growling, and making noises I’d never heard outside of the labor and delivery room. Running through the theater was out; heading back in there would introduce a whole load of teens to a different kind of monster than the movie ones. The loading bays down at the end of the alley didn’t look too promising, and now Princess PMS rose to her feet. The bloodred stains covered her from head to toe. Shadows covered her face, but where the orange wash of the street lights hit her she looked maroon.
“You want to let me help you?” I asked. The growling noise she made ruled out diplomacy. “Okay, we do it my way.”
She leaped at me. I’d mastered seven different forms of self-defense and I wore all four of the major protection charms, but one thing was constant: Whether my assailant was a drug addict or a bridge troll, pepper spray would leave them blind. So I ducked out of the way and gave her a dash of the scent I was sampling that day. It hit her like a brick, leaving her clawing at her eyes. I realized as she stumbled past that her nails were now at least three inches long and razor sharp.
She started sniffing the air, then like a dog, she ran straight into me, knocking me back to the Dumpster. Dumpsters hurt. I caught her arm before she could give me surprise plastic surgery and slammed her into the ground, pinning her underneath me.
That should have ended it, but she rolled over, throwing me to the side, and I barely stepped out of the way of those nails. She kicked at me and I caught her foot.
“Gotcha,” I said, rubbing the shoes with the bag. Grimm said the bag was made of genuine werewolf fur, but whatever it was, the effect was immediate. She thrashed and choked and kicked and I held on tight until she went limp. The slippers came off in my hand without a fight.
They glimmered under the streetlight, and for a moment I saw an image form in them: Me, walking down the street in them. No Agency bracelet on my wrist, a bag from shopping in my hand. I could be free, if only I put them on.
“Marissa,” said Grimm, speaking from the reflection in the shoes, “put them in the bag.”
I did, and the fantasy blew away like dry leaves down the sidewalk. My back hurt where I’d hit the Dumpster. My arm throbbed where she’d grabbed me, and my cheek had that hot feeling that said somewhere in her thrashing, she’d managed to nail me with a foot.
“I’m going home,” I said to my compact mirror. “What do you want me to do with her?”
“Leave her for the police. They’ll be there shortly. Evangeline needs your assistance on the Upper East Side, and there’s the matter of a troll.”
“I’m going home.” I knew full well he’d heard me the first time.
“I’ve got work for you, Marissa, and if you are ever to get your own ever after—”
“The only after I’m interested in right now is after a bottle of wine and after a long night’s sleep. I’ll see you when I’m ready for work.”
“Marissa, you need to ask yourself what you want more: A night’s sleep, or another job.”
I wiped a trace of blood off my lip, took a look at my bruises in the compact. Everything about me ached and the cold seeped out of the shadows into my bones. I put my hand on the bracelet and made my decision. “Tell Evangeline I’m on my way.” Nights like this made me wish I’d never gotten started in this business.




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