Okay and now… the moment you’ve alllllllll been waiting for!! Er… or at least the moment Shay Savage fans (like me!!) have been waiting for (and if you haven’t discovered Shay’s fabulous books yet, what are you waiting for!!?? :P). Just take a look at my reviews, and you’ll see. I LOVE her books! Surviving Raine, Otherwise Alone, Otherwise Occupied, Otherwise Unharmed, and Transcendence.
It is time!! Well, no. Not time for Bastian’s Storm (the book) *yet*. That’ll be out June 19th 2014, and I cannot wait!!!!!! I have been dying for the second book since I fell head-over-heels over him last year.
But it is time to see the book cover. And Shay says:
“I think it turned out great. Anyone who has seen pictures of TST (The Savage Trainer) can tell just how big Bastian is. The model is an absolute sweetheart. Any chance I can bring two models with me to Book Bash? :)” <— Ummm… OKAY!!!! Yes PLEASE!!! *giggle* No need to ask twice, Shay. 😉 *squeeeeeeee*
*whoooops* Wait wait wait!!! For those that haven’t read the book’s blurb yet, I suggest you read this here, so that the cover will make sense to you. ‘Cause if you don’t know the scoop (and what a jolt I got when I read THAT part), you’ll wonder what the heck is going on in this cover.
COVER REVEAL TIME!!!
And now… TEASER TIME!!! And OMG this one had my heart clenching by the end…. Ohhhh my sweet sweet angry Bastian. I wish we were still there, too. *sniff sniff* (P.S. Do not read this teaser if you haven’t read Surviving Raine yet). Please excuse my creative bad-word editing. In the actual book he’ll be full-force, just like we love him. As much as I LOVE Bastian’s dirty mouth (one of my favorite things about him), I umm… well you know. *blush* It’s “pink”, here. LOL! 😛
Bastian’s Storm Teaser
Sometimes it just boiled inside of me.
The [email protected]&king anger.
It was directed at nothing and everything. It focused on the sights and the people around me because they were the constant reminder of what I had lost. Sometimes it was even directed at the one person who understood and accepted me for the a$$hole I was.
It made me hate everything and everyone around me, even though I knew it didn’t really have anything to do with shit on the outside. It was like a hurricane, churning around in my gut, swirling around and around until I needed to slam my fist into something to keep myself from vomiting. The tension would creep up on me; my entire body would tighten and even begin to shake, and there didn’t seem to be anything I could do about it except…
Just one [email protected]&king drink.
On the other side of the varnished bar top, at least a hundred bottles were lined up in front of me, just barely out of reach. Every one of them seemed to be singing to me, but the ones up on the top shelf on the right called to me the most—Kettle One, Grey Goose, Skye. I wasn’t sure why I tortured myself, but I did.
Every [email protected]&king day.
“You sure I can’t get you something, buddy?” The bartender leaned over and tilted his head to look at me, asking me the same thing he asked me every day. He was a young guy—probably working here to put himself through school or whatever—and had that bright-eyed smile that probably drove the ladies to up the tip percentages on their bar tabs. I didn’t meet his gaze; my focus remained behind him.
With a slight shudder, I pushed away from the bar and stood up.
“I’m good,” I lied.
Turning quickly on my heel before I changed my mind, I stomped out of the bar and into the Miami evening heat. Raine would be back from class before too long, and I didn’t want to risk having her recovering-alcoholic boyfriend smell like a drinking establishment, even if I had managed to make it through another day without actually ordering a drink. If she knew I was hanging out in a bar during the late afternoons, she’d be pissed, and that was a conversation best avoided. Being close to the shit made my palms itch, and I knew if I opened my mouth and ordered one, the strength it would take to stop it from passing my lips would be more than I possessed. I’d give in.
I still had a little time before Raine returned, so I headed through Pier Park and down to the beach. There weren’t a lot of people around, and I was glad of that. I’d had too many confrontations with locals and tourists alike on this particular beach. Though Raine and I had developed something resembling celebrity status after we returned from being lost at sea, I didn’t think that was going to keep me out of jail if I attacked another Bermuda-shorts-wearing [email protected]&khead on the beach.
Removing my shoes, I walked barefoot at the edge of the waves. The tide was coming in, and bits of seaweed sloshed against my toes. There were a few dead jellyfish scattered along the tide line, and bits of broken coral sloshed in and out of the waves. If I closed my eyes and ignored the noise of civilization, I could pretend I was back there again.
Alone with Raine.
Mine, but not hers.
Awesome, right?? OMG how bad does that make me hurt.
Mine, but not hers.
Love love LOVE him. You should see the *other* teaser she sent. *waggles eyebrows*
I had a choice between the two, and both were awesome. But the other one was whoooooooooooo *HOT STUFF!!!!* I can’t wait to read that scene in full length format. <— Hehe. I said full length. Oh how I wanted to post it, too… but you know…
*looks around & shrugs*
It’s pink here. 😉
➔➔➔ Browse more cover model features on my blog. 😀