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Tours are revealing the cover and an exclusive excerpt for HAVEN, which
releases November 7, 2017! Check out the gorgeous cover and enter to win an ARC!
On to the reveal!
Title: HAVEN
Author: Mary Lindsey
Pub. Date: November 7, 2017
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Formats: Hardcover,
eBook
eBook
Pages: 400
Find it: Amazon, B&N, TBD, iBooks, Kobo, Google
Play Books, Indiebound, Goodreads
Play Books, Indiebound, Goodreads
Sometimes beauty is the beast…
“We all hold a beast inside. The only
difference is what form it takes when freed.”
difference is what form it takes when freed.”
Rain Ryland has never belonged anywhere.
He’s used to people judging him for his rough background, his intimidating
size, and now, his orphan status. He’s always been on the outside, looking in,
and he’s fine with that. Until he moves to New Wurzburg and meets Friederike
Burkhart.
He’s used to people judging him for his rough background, his intimidating
size, and now, his orphan status. He’s always been on the outside, looking in,
and he’s fine with that. Until he moves to New Wurzburg and meets Friederike
Burkhart.
Freddie isn’t like normal teen girls,
though. And someone wants her dead for it. Freddie warns he’d better stay far
away if he wants to stay alive, but Rain’s never been good at running from
trouble. For the first time, Rain has something worth fighting for, worth
living for. Worth dying for.
though. And someone wants her dead for it. Freddie warns he’d better stay far
away if he wants to stay alive, but Rain’s never been good at running from
trouble. For the first time, Rain has something worth fighting for, worth
living for. Worth dying for.
Early Praise:
“Dangerous, dark and a definite
page turner. Mary Lindsey rocks this book.”
page turner. Mary Lindsey rocks this book.”
– New York Times bestselling author C.C. Hunter
“A smoking hot hero and spine-chilling
mystery = total win.”
mystery = total win.”
– #1 New York Times bestselling author, Jennifer
L. Armentrout
L. Armentrout
“This electrifying tale will take
you on an unexpected journey into a secret world of witchcraft and shape
shifters. Romance, adventure, and magic! Lindsey leaves you breathless and
wanting more.”
you on an unexpected journey into a secret world of witchcraft and shape
shifters. Romance, adventure, and magic! Lindsey leaves you breathless and
wanting more.”
– Adriana Mather, #1 New York Times bestselling
author of How to Hang a Witch
author of How to Hang a Witch
“This is not your mama’s
paranormal! Sexy, dark and intense. Unputdownable!”
paranormal! Sexy, dark and intense. Unputdownable!”
– Sophie Jordan, New York Times bestselling
author of Firelight
author of Firelight
“Lindsey writes a hero with fire
and gasoline. Then she lights a match with break-neck pacing, and scorches a
path to readers’ hearts. Don’t blink for a moment.”
and gasoline. Then she lights a match with break-neck pacing, and scorches a
path to readers’ hearts. Don’t blink for a moment.”
– Victoria Scott, bestselling author of Fire
& Flood
& Flood
“Gripping and gritty, HAVEN had me
glued to the pages from beginning to end! Rain is the best kind of hero —
tough, sexy, sweet, loyal. He charges through this action-packed tale that had
me tearing up more than once, and I was
perfectly happy to follow!”
glued to the pages from beginning to end! Rain is the best kind of hero —
tough, sexy, sweet, loyal. He charges through this action-packed tale that had
me tearing up more than once, and I was
perfectly happy to follow!”
– Pintip Dunn, New York Times bestselling author
of Forget Tomorrow.
of Forget Tomorrow.
“An utterly gritty and satisfying
resurrection of the monster genre. Rain is an intense narrator and you won’t
know whether to scream or swoon. Haven is an instant classic!”
resurrection of the monster genre. Rain is an intense narrator and you won’t
know whether to scream or swoon. Haven is an instant classic!”
– Courtney Moulton, author of Angelfire
“Darkly compelling and deliciously
chilling, Haven hooks you from the first line and never lets up. Gritty,
spine-tingling, and full of nail-biting tension.”
chilling, Haven hooks you from the first line and never lets up. Gritty,
spine-tingling, and full of nail-biting tension.”
– Amalie Howard, bestselling author of
Bloodspell
Bloodspell
“Dark, different, sexy, and
edge-of-your-seat intense.”
edge-of-your-seat intense.”
– Shawna Stringer, bookseller
When Rain turned back to Freddie, he bit
down a gasp of surprise. She’d stripped off her shirt and tipped her face to
the moon, eyes closed, like one would do to the sun at the beach. And here he’d
thought the landscape was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
down a gasp of surprise. She’d stripped off her shirt and tipped her face to
the moon, eyes closed, like one would do to the sun at the beach. And here he’d
thought the landscape was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
The air was still. Eerily still, and her
smooth skin appeared to glow from inside in the moonlight—her black lace bra
sheer enough to make him a little dizzy.
smooth skin appeared to glow from inside in the moonlight—her black lace bra
sheer enough to make him a little dizzy.
Without opening her eyes, she said,
“Take off your shirt.”
“Take off your shirt.”
No way in hell was he going to argue
with that. He yanked off his shirt, clutching it in his fist, waiting for his
next instruction.
with that. He yanked off his shirt, clutching it in his fist, waiting for his
next instruction.
He forgot how to breathe when she opened
her pale eyes and moved toward him. Her gaze wasn’t focused on his face,
though. It was on his chest. Stopping in front of him, she traced her fingers
over the ink.
her pale eyes and moved toward him. Her gaze wasn’t focused on his face,
though. It was on his chest. Stopping in front of him, she traced her fingers
over the ink.
“Raindrops?” she asked, finger outlining
one of the shapes.
one of the shapes.
“Tears,” he replied, again light-headed
as she ran her fingertips over his pec.
as she ran her fingertips over his pec.
“For your mom?”
“No. For all of us.”
She stepped back and, for a long time,
stared at the tattoo comprised of dozens of drops in a random pattern over his
chest, spilling down his ribs.
stared at the tattoo comprised of dozens of drops in a random pattern over his
chest, spilling down his ribs.
She traced a scar on his side with the
tip of her finger. One of many marring his body from fights. “Your life has
been sad.”
tip of her finger. One of many marring his body from fights. “Your life has
been sad.”
And so had hers recently. Maybe that was
why he felt so connected to her. Their shared grief, their shared stand against
a harsh, unfeeling, screwed-up world. Their shared solitude.
why he felt so connected to her. Their shared grief, their shared stand against
a harsh, unfeeling, screwed-up world. Their shared solitude.
She turned back to the moon and raised
her arms. “Do you feel it?”
her arms. “Do you feel it?”
Well, that was a wide-open question. He
was feeling lots of things.
was feeling lots of things.
“The moon,” she said. “It’s like aloe
when you’re sunburned. Try it.”
when you’re sunburned. Try it.”
He imitated her posture, head back, arms
out, but felt nothing other than the throbbing hardness he always felt around
her.
out, but felt nothing other than the throbbing hardness he always felt around
her.
“So, what do you think about that legend
your aunt told you?” she asked.
your aunt told you?” she asked.
He opened his eyes to find her studying
him. “That the rock can turn men into beasts?” His mind raced, wondering what
would prompt that question and what answer she was looking for. Men were
beasts. Horrible monsters at times. He’d seen it firsthand. “I believe we all
hide a beast inside. The only difference is what form it takes when freed.”
him. “That the rock can turn men into beasts?” His mind raced, wondering what
would prompt that question and what answer she was looking for. Men were
beasts. Horrible monsters at times. He’d seen it firsthand. “I believe we all
hide a beast inside. The only difference is what form it takes when freed.”
There it was again. That strange warm
pull in his chest while she studied him. Like she totally got him—something no
one else had ever bothered to do. He’d never been understood or accepted.
People saw his size and found out his background and immediately wrote him off
as dangerous or not worth the trouble. Not Freddie.
pull in his chest while she studied him. Like she totally got him—something no
one else had ever bothered to do. He’d never been understood or accepted.
People saw his size and found out his background and immediately wrote him off
as dangerous or not worth the trouble. Not Freddie.
She obviously found his answer
acceptable, because she wound her fingers in his hair and hauled him against
her for another kiss. Raw, open-mouthed, and hungry. He’d never met anyone like
this, who made him burn so hot he thought he might die from need. Recovering
from surprise, he placed his hands on either side of her bare rib cage, feeling
her body expand and contract with each quick breath. Bones and hard muscle
working beneath smooth, soft skin. Skin he wanted to touch all over.
acceptable, because she wound her fingers in his hair and hauled him against
her for another kiss. Raw, open-mouthed, and hungry. He’d never met anyone like
this, who made him burn so hot he thought he might die from need. Recovering
from surprise, he placed his hands on either side of her bare rib cage, feeling
her body expand and contract with each quick breath. Bones and hard muscle
working beneath smooth, soft skin. Skin he wanted to touch all over.
“I like you, Rain Ryland,” she said,
dragging her nails down his back.
dragging her nails down his back.
“Like” didn’t even come close. He was on
fire for her. Had thought of her night and day since he first saw those eerily
pale eyes and badass attitude. She was smart, strong, and terribly, terribly
dangerous, which turned him on like crazy. “I like you, too.”
fire for her. Had thought of her night and day since he first saw those eerily
pale eyes and badass attitude. She was smart, strong, and terribly, terribly
dangerous, which turned him on like crazy. “I like you, too.”
“How much?”
Something was going on here. Something
other than foreplay. “More than I’ve ever liked anyone.” Which was true and
unexpected. This was more than physical, which was a terrifying thought for
him. Maybe this time he could stay. Maybe this time he’d actually found a home
and wouldn’t have to leave everything behind.
other than foreplay. “More than I’ve ever liked anyone.” Which was true and
unexpected. This was more than physical, which was a terrifying thought for
him. Maybe this time he could stay. Maybe this time he’d actually found a home
and wouldn’t have to leave everything behind.
He kissed her again, not wanting to
think about legends, or leaving, or anything else for that matter. He wanted to
just live in this moment as long as it lasted. Running his hands lower, his
thumb brushed the unmistakable shape of a condom in her back pocket. He froze,
and she smiled against his lips.
think about legends, or leaving, or anything else for that matter. He wanted to
just live in this moment as long as it lasted. Running his hands lower, his
thumb brushed the unmistakable shape of a condom in her back pocket. He froze,
and she smiled against his lips.
“You scared, Sprinkles?”
“Yes.”
“Of me?” It was like she wanted him to
fear her.
fear her.
“No.” He pulled back, amazed at how her
eyes reflected the moon like clear glass. “Of this.” He gestured to the space
he’d put between them. “Of whatever this is.” The intensity of it. The urgency.
And worse, much worse—the potential loss of it. He’d never feared losing
something before because he’d never had anything worth keeping. This girl,
though. She was different. And he wanted her.
eyes reflected the moon like clear glass. “Of this.” He gestured to the space
he’d put between them. “Of whatever this is.” The intensity of it. The urgency.
And worse, much worse—the potential loss of it. He’d never feared losing
something before because he’d never had anything worth keeping. This girl,
though. She was different. And he wanted her.
Mary Lindsey is a multi award-winning,
RITA® nominated author of romance for adults and teens. She lives on an island
in the middle of a river. Seriously, she does. When not writing, she wrangles
her rowdy pack of three teens, two Cairn Terriers, and one husband.
RITA® nominated author of romance for adults and teens. She lives on an island
in the middle of a river. Seriously, she does. When not writing, she wrangles
her rowdy pack of three teens, two Cairn Terriers, and one husband.
Inexplicably, her favorite animal is the
giant anteater and at one point, she had over 200 “pet” Madagascar
Hissing Cockroaches. The roaches are a long story involving three
science-crazed kids and a soft spot for rescue animals. The good news is, the
“pet” roaches found a home… somewhere else.Website | Twitter
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giant anteater and at one point, she had over 200 “pet” Madagascar
Hissing Cockroaches. The roaches are a long story involving three
science-crazed kids and a soft spot for rescue animals. The good news is, the
“pet” roaches found a home… somewhere else.Website | Twitter
| Pinterest | Goodreads
