Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Teaser Tuesday: UNCOVERED

Hope everyone is having an amazing week so far! This Tuesday, I thought it would be fun to share with you guys the first two chapters of UNCOVERED! My wonderful blogger friends at Shh Mom's Reading have the prologue and chapter one posted on their blog right now along with an ARC (advance copy you'll receive a week before release) giveaway, so check it out!

http://shhmomsreading.com/teaser-tuesday-and-arc-giveaway-uncovered-by-emily-snow/


Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Teaser Tuesday: UNCOVERED


Genre: Romance
Release Date: 8.5.2014
Synopsis: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20518364-uncovered




The door slowly crept open, giving me full view of his back. Sure it was completely covered by a crisp, white shirt, but the taut muscles visible beneath the pieces of fabric and impeccable stitches sent my imagination into overdrive. He had one of those backs—the type most women could picture dragging their fingernails down. A little too unashamedly, even for a former escort, I allowed my eyes to wander the rest of his towering form. Short, straight light brown hair, an ass that rivaled his back, and long legs inside tailored black dress pants.

Curiosity would be my undoing, I was sure of it.

“Next time, Isadora” he began in a husky voice that held a note of laughter, “don’t ask me down here if you’re just going to—“

“You barely even work here,” Dora yelled hotly from inside her office. “So get the fuck out!”

“God, the professionalism…” His broad shoulders shaking, he turned completely around and strode into the lobby, his toned body relaxed in spite of the argument. He stopped short when he noticed Stella and the receptionist staring at him, their mouths hanging open.

He smirked—a cocky turn of his lips that had me gripping my bag closer to my chest. Grins like Oliver’s…they were the ones that shattered even the most cautious.

“Ladies,” he drawled, inclining his head politely. Turning slightly in my direction, he tipped his head once more. Our gazes met, and his grin widened. Blue eyes. He had cornflower blue eyes fringed with sooty black lashes. They were set in a narrow face, accentuated by a slightly crooked nose, and rivaled only by lips that were—dare I say—almost pouty.

It was a face that, paired with his godlike physique and ADHD dating habits, had the gossip columns calling him “the bad boy next door.”

But me? I only knew him as Oliver Manning.

My stepbrother.




Sunday, June 29, 2014

Sexy Sunday Snip: The WRECKED Epilogue

It's been awhile since I did a Sexy Sunday Snip, and even though this chapter doesn't have a lot of steam in it, I definitely wanted to share. When I took my digital scissors to WRECKED, the Epilogue was one of the scenes that I snipped. There are a few more scenes that I cut - including one of my favorites between Rhys and Evie in the snow- that I'll eventually be sharing over here too. I hope you guys enjoy this one, and once again, thank you for all the Rhys & Evie love! 
<3 <3 <3
-Emily
*****Warning*****
*If you haven't read Wrecked yet, the following chapter contains spoilers.*

WRECKED Links
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KVOJF24
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00KVOJF24
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wrecked-emily-snow/1119776239?ean=2940149806881&isbn=2940149806881&itm=1&usri=2940149806881
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/449563
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/wrecked-13


Epilogue
The Following Spring

Early this morning, I dreamt of my sister. Lily. The girl I lost nearly three years ago. It was the fourth time I’ve dreamt of her since she passed away—the second dream from this year alone—but just like always, seeing her and hearing her voice was enough to stun me. That was probably something that would never change, no matter how often she visited me in my thoughts.
For once, Lily didn’t have on the red and white tracksuit she was wearing the day she was killed. She looked completely different—dressed in the navy blue bikini she bought from Victoria’s Secret the summer before she died. Instead of a tight ponytail, her golden brown hair was piled on top of her head in a messy knot, and she looked relaxed. Happy. She stood at the side of my bed, adjusting the top of her bathing suit and muttering how much she wished she had my boobs before lifting her gaze to mine.
“Now I’ve got your attention,” she teased, jumping beside me on the bed and sitting on her knees. Staring down at my reclining body, she narrowed her eyes sternly. “Were you planning on sleeping all day?” As she flung my bedspreads off the bed, the clean scent of her sunblock filled the air around us. “Oh come on, Evie. You have to get up and get it over with. You’re gonna thank me when—”
You’re gonna thank me when you graduate.
Though I'd hated those words coming from her mouth when she was still with me, there was nothing I wouldn't give to hear Lily admonish me face-to-face one more time. 
“I’m up.” I slid my body into an upright position and rested my back against the headboard. Lolling my head to the side, I gazed at my sister who almost immediately offered me that heart-stopping, breath-catching smile. The one that crinkled the corners of her chocolate brown eyes. The one immortalized in the form of a girl just a few weeks shy of her eighteenth birthday. It was the smile that, even though I was dreaming, sent a harsh blast of pain through my chest.
Still, if this were all I have left of Lily, I’d take it.
I’d rather have this than nothing.
“You just closed your eyes again!” my sister shrieked in mock outrage. I felt her hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. “Evelyn!”
“Lilianna,” I countered, fluttering my lashes apart and giving her a look that would rival the Cheshire cat. She hated being called by her full name almost as much as I did, and she responded to what I said by crossing her bare arms over her chest and twisting her lips to the side. “See, they're open now. Happy?”
“I’ll only be happy when you get out of bed before you screw your day to pieces.” A few seconds later after I swore up and down that I was definitely getting up, she slid off the mattress and padded across the carpet toward the closed door.
That was when panic hit me full-force, and I'd scrambled off the bed to follow her. “Where are you going, Lil?” I demanded, nothing the desperation dripping from my voice. With her shoulders trembling slightly with laughter, she shook her head and tossed a mischievous grin behind her.
“I’m wearing a bathing suit. Please don’t tell me you’ve lost all your common sense since I left?”
Ignoring the rare display of what Lily had always called “Evie-esque sarcasm” from my soft-spoken and sweet sister, my next question stopped her in her tracks. “Will … will you be back?”
She faced me slowly, a few strands of hair tumbling out of her hairband as she moved her head up and down in an effort to put my mind at ease. Her grin faded away to a sad smile that sent every feel imaginable tumbling through me. “You know I will,” she swore. Then, rolling her brown eyes, she’d shrugged her shoulders. “You know, as long as you get your lazy butt out of bed.”
Those words, and Lily’s promise to return, ripped me out of my sleep. I sat up in bed abruptly, dragging in a deep breath, my hands reaching out in the darkness as if I’d be able to touch my sister if I tried hard enough. It wasn’t possible, and I hugged my arms around myself and squeezed my eyes together because she was gone. Again. And no matter how much I dreamt about her, how much I thought about her, that would always be our reality.
I’d stayed like this for a long time, with my breathing pushing in and out slowly, until a strong hand touched the small of my back. It ran carefully up my spine before touching my shoulder.
“Are you alright?”
Forcing my eyes open, I glanced down at Rhys’ sleepy, confused smile. “I am,” I said.
“You don’t look alright, Evelyn.” He’d started to sit up beside me, but I stopped him, pressing my palm against the middle of his ripped chest. “What are you doing?” he yawned.
Glancing at the alarm clock on his nightstand to see that it was only a few minutes before five and we had a few hours of rest left, I leaned in close to him. He feathered his fingers over my cheek before tucking a strand of long chestnut hair behind my ear. “I’m going back to sleep and so should you. I promise I’m fine.” Because even though dreaming about Lily tore me up inside, there would always be something so comforting, so beautiful, that came with those moments with her.
“I’m up,” I’d whispered to myself after Rhys quickly fell asleep. “And I promise I’m not going to mess everything up.”
Now, two and a half hours later, Rhys looks across his tiny kitchen at me as I walk into the room and take a seat at the small breakfast nook. “Good morning,” he drawls.
Though I didn’t actually go back to sleep after dreaming about Lily, I only climbed out of his bed ten minutes ago. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I took a few minutes to respond to an excited email from Kendra, who I’ll be seeing next week, before coming in here to join him. “I have finals today. There’s absolutely nothing good about it.”
Downing the rest of his energy drink, he leans back against the counter and lifts one of his off-black eyebrows. I know what’s coming—he’s going to ask me about this morning. Keeping my gaze down for a moment, I open my unrefrigerated bottle of water, which Mac swears up and down is more beneficial to my singing voice than my usual tea and honey, and take a sip.
Finally, I meet his sea blue eyes head on and work my lips into a reassuring smile. “Okay, let me start over since that was pretty bitchy.” I cross my bare legs, which draws Rhys' gaze down for just a second before he searches my eyes again. “Morning, Mr. Delane.”
“You were talking in your sleep, Evelyn.” He crumbles the energy drink can and sinks it into the trashcan a couple feet away from me with ease. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous about today.”
I start to tell him about Lily, but then I think better of it. For starters, I’m selfish. That moment, even if it was all a dream, is something I want solely for myself. And then there’s the fact I have my voice final in an hour and a half. Somehow, I don’t think me showing up red-faced and flustered due to the tears I’ll be unable to stop will do anything to help my performance or grade. And I’ve discovered that those grades mean a lot to me. While I did okay on my final performance last semester—a very high “B,” as Professor Cameron loves to remind me—I want to ace it this time.
I need to do better.
Rhys rubs his thumb and forefinger over his chin, his eyes questioning. “I'm assuming that silence is a yes.”
“Cameron is scary as hell sometimes,” I reply, pausing for a second as he starts across the kitchen, striding directly toward me, “so of course I’m nervous. I told Nathan I’d switch advisors with him, but I’m pretty sure Ackerman is easy on him, so he’s not going for—” My breath rushes out of my body when Rhys’ hand closes around my wrist, and he jerks me out of my chair and up against his naked, muscular chest. He’s warm and hard, his incredible scent screwing with my senses, and I clear my throat. “If you make me late for my exam, I swear I’m moving back in with Corinne next year.”
“Bullshit, Evelyn.”
“I’m being serious,” I warn, pulling my brows together and pressing my lips into a thin line.
But his cocky grin, and the way his eyes seem to see right through me, tells me he doesn’t buy that for even a second. I’ve spent this entire semester splitting my nights between his place and the room I share with Corinne, and having my belongings all over the place is a nuisance. Last month, when Rhys asked if I’d move in with him next year since his roommate’s contract in Brazil was extended, I was apprehensive at first. The only thing I could think of was my parents, most specifically my mother’s reaction—although she likes Rhys and had even spent part of our spring break with us in Key West, I didn’t think she’d go for me living with him. When I pulled her aside to talk to her on the last day of the break, though, she surprised me. Instead of freaking out about me moving in with a guy I’ve known for nine months, she gave me her silent blessing.
And then she sent me a link of all the teen pregnancy movies on Netflix. It was typical of my mom, but I welcomed it. At least we’re getting our relationship on track, even if my dad has been hot and cold with me ever since Mom filed for divorce last year.
At the tiny smile that flits across my lips, Rhys frames my face with his hands and tilts my gaze up to his. His stare is intense as he studies my expression, looking for answers. “Since you’re not gonna tell me what’s wrong, let me ask you this: You won’t be this distracted while you’re singing today, will you?”
Heat tingles down my spine as his fingers massage against my temples, but I manage to shake my head. “Mmm, no.”
“There’s that mmm again.” Laughing, he lowers his forehead to mine, the tips of our noses together, our lips nearly touching, and our eyes locked. “You’ll do great.”
“You have to say that. You’re my voice instructor,” I say, and he releases a little growl before turning us around. Lifting me up, he sits me on the nearest countertop, almost knocking over a carousel of coffee pods in the process. “You have to be in the music department soon to help Cameron with finals,” I remind him, a pang of regret crawling through my chest. It settles in the pit of my stomach, causing me to heave a tiny sigh. “Rhys, I—”
But he cuts me off. His lips skim mine, soft and warm, turning that regret into a wave of longing that crashes through me. When he starts to draw away, I shake my head fiercely, digging my fingers into his black hair and pulling him closer to me. His tongue spreads my lips, plunging roughly into my mouth. He tastes like the energy drink he just finished, and as we wrap ourselves around each other, I decide it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Period.
At last, he drags himself away from me, backing up a few steps to put a safe amount of distance between our bodies. “Fuck, I’m not gonna be able to focus on anything but you today,” he murmurs, running his hand over his face. I respond by touching my own lips, and his eyes darken. “I need to shower and get the hell out of here, but you’re mine tonight, Evelyn.”
Scooting off the counter, I adjust the oversized t-shirt of his that I’m wearing, pulling it over my ass as I start to walk past him. A frustrated groan ripping from the back of his throat, he yanks me to him yet again. “You know I love you, and—”
“I love you, too,” I whisper a little breathlessly, and a full grin spreads across his gorgeous features.
“Good, because I have no patience this morning,” he informs me, pressing my hand to the front of his boxers so I can feel his erection. “I need you in my shower in the next three minutes or I’ll end up taking my time, and Cameron will have both our asses when we're late.”
“I’ll be there in two,” I promise.
I can hear the sound of the shower running as I race to Rhys' bedroom to grab my body wash from the bag I brought over the night before. Just before I leave to join him, I catch a glimpse of my laptop, which is still open on his dresser from emailing Kendra earlier.
My latest background image, the one of Lily and me at prom three years ago, stares back at me and though I can’t remember anything we talked about that particular night, I can vividly hear my sister telling me many, many times how I’d thank her when I graduated.
“I haven’t screwed anything up in a long time,” I start in a low whisper, my voice heavy from all the emotion suddenly weighing my chest down. “I haven't gone out of my way to see what I can wreck. Let’s see how long I can keep this up. If you catch me trying to fuck everything up—well, knock some sense into me, please?” Before I close the screen, I brush my thumb over my sister’s smiling face and give the image of her an appreciative nod. “And thank you. For everything.”

Then, I leave the room and head for the one thing I’ve wrecked that turned out right.

Copyright © 2014 by Emily Snow Books

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Consumed Re-Release

CONSUMED UPDATE …

Hey everyone! I know a lot of you have been waiting on a CONSUMED update—for those of you who don’t know, it was temporarily available in January but had to be pulled while a few issues were resolved. I've been working hard on getting it back up, which was the reason behind the WRECKED delay - I wanted CONSUMED to be up for everyone who's waited so patiently before I released another novel. And I appreciate that patience. So. Very. Much. I know that it's been a long wait for this book, but I sincerely thank everyone who has supported the DEVOURED series and Lucas and Sienna’s story.

I found out very, very recently (this week) that I was finally going to be able to put CONSUMED back up, and I hit publish this morning. So far it's LIVE on Amazon, but I also published to Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and iTunes. As soon as the links go live, I’ll edit this post to update it here, too.

Once again, thanks guys. You all rock my world.


US: http://amzn.to/1msDRWI
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00KC68I74
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1lkHc7o
KOBO: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/consumed-21
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/consumed/id878828999?ls=1&mt=11
 
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