Tuesday, June 11, 2013

YA Crush Tourney!!!!

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Micah is up in the very first round of voting - click here to go vote for him - and I've even included the post that is being shared over there. BUT - and they can't share it there, IF our boy makes it to the next round there is a giveaway! He has graciously offered to sign some swag and give a winner $10 to either Barnes & Noble or Amazon. All you have to do? Share the word about the tourney! (The giveaway is international!) We only have 24 hours to get as many votes as we can - so share share share! The Rafflecopter is at the bottom of the post - pre-made tweets and links making it easy peasy for you.

And now ... THE POST!

There it is. At last. The rumble of a motorcycle out front. My heart stops for a few beats. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this moment – the moment when I finally get to meet the love of my life, the star of my dreams, my fictional fantasy come to life.


“It’s Micah, and he’s on a black classic Triumph. His golden hair is windblown and tangled. He looks glorious in the sunlight…And I know that his smile is meant for me.”
Micah Condie is 6’2” of blonde hair, blue-eyed sexiness. A devoted brother, loyal friend and loving boyfriend, he has the biggest heart of any YA crush I’ve ever read. He isn’t afraid of his feelings, and he will do whatever it takes to protect the people he cares for. The only thing not perfect about him is that he isn’t real, and I can’t tackle hug him and swoon over him in person!

But there is more to Micah than heart and looks. You see, Micah is a demon – as in literal, fire-and-brimstone, demon from hell. To survive, he must take souls, and if he doesn’t, he will die. It’s a horrible choice, and it would be so easy for Micah to just give up and be the monster everyone claims he is.
“You can’t reduce me down to that, like I’m some sort of wild animal that only acts on instinct. I made a decision to be with Hope. And she made the same decision to be with me.”
Micah doesn’t believe in taking the easy way out. He refuses to accept that he is somehow “destined” to be a bad guy because he was unlucky enough to be born a demon. So instead, he fights. Every day he wages a war with the darkness, battling his own nature for the right to create his own destiny and be with the girl he loves.
“I’ll choose you. I’ll always choose you.”
(c) 2013 Helen Boswell. Design by Allie B Designs, original images by Shannon Eberhard/James Stamos
Micah is the ultimate good bad boy. Yes, he has blackness inside of him, but he won’t yield to it, no matter what. And isn’t that what we all do? We all have our dark sides, and we all strive to be the best person we can be. Micah reminds me of that, and when he wins the fight, it’s like I’m winning too. That’s why I choose him as my YA Crush. Because he is the most real, the most human. Demon darkness and all.
Exclusive excerpt from MYTHOLOGY: THE WICKED. Coming September, 2013.
© 2013 Helen Boswell. Used with permission.
“I’m fine,” she says, a small smile playing on her face.

"Convince me,” I say.
She slides her hands up my chest, around my neck. Her eyes
don’t leave mine, the uncertainty of the moment gone for both of us.
We step toward each other at the same time, my arms drawing
her even closer at the moment our lips meet. Her mouth opens, lips meld with
mine in total perfection, and I take in her breath as my own. I run my hands
down to the small of her back, and she knots her fingers in my hair and curves
into me. The slight movement of her body pressing against me stirs up an
entirely different sort of hunger.
Nothing matters except for her.
A small sound escapes from her throat, and my need ignites
like flames against all of the darkness.
Way too soon, the bell rings, totally killing the moment.
Doors burst open, and the hallway overflows with people and commotion.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” a
voice says.
I groan and press my forehead to Hope’s for just a second
before breaking away from her.
“Hey, Sylvia,” she says brightly, linking her fingers with
mine. She squeezes my hand before letting go and turns her face up to mine. “See
you later.”
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted. I let out my breath
“See ya.”
I drag a hand over my face as I watch her leave, the urge to
chase her growing exponentially with each step she takes away from me. It’s not
just some stupid possessive needy thing. I know she’s mine as much as she knows
I’m hers.
But the second she disappears around the corner, the feeling
resurfaces. The one that will always stick with me. The one when I thought she
was leaving me for good, right after she saved my life last semester. That
moment when I was full of regret that I let her down.
Ok folks - now that you have read that you know you want Micah to win right?! So go vote here and help spread the word. The rafflecopter makes it easy to share links and such. Remember - a winner will only be chosen if he makes it to the next round! AND IT'S INTERNATIONAL. Go go go!

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