Score! Here’s a scene from the next Mortal Machine novel by @jocelynadams

Oooo! I’m all a tingle. I’m a huge Jocelyn Adams fan, and I’ve been counting the days until book #2 of the Mortal Machine series comes out. Today’s the day!

And here I am, little old me, with a Sneak Peak Excerpt from Book # 2: MIDNIGHT DAWN (Below in the post)

And double score!  Book two is on release day blitz for only $.99 on ebook. How cool is that!  If you love a lot of action with a splash of romance, your will eat this series up.

Pick up a copy at only $0.99 for a limited time!:

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Back of the book:

Her soul remembers his touch, even if she doesn’t. 

With only three days until the wraith king turns the earth into an all-you-can-eat buffet, Addison Beckett is forced to enlist brooding sentinel Asher Green’s help to unlock the Mortal Machine. According to the founder, all she has to do is find the sanctuary—the same sanctuary she can’t remember because Asher erased her memories.

Trying to save humanity while navigating Asher’s lies is a royal pain. But the more time she and Asher spend together, the harder her soul tries to remind her what else he’s made her forget—that he loves her, wants her, needs her.

When she’s trapped by the wraith king and forced to pick who will stand by her in the coming battle, Addison is faced with an impossible choice: the sentinel she loves who refuses to love her back, or a powerful stranger who insists they’re meant to be together. Her decision will determine the fate of humanity, and once decided, can’t be undone.

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Are yea ready for that excerpt?  Strap yourself in. Here we gooooo!

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We flew along the freeway at a scary speed, the car floating as if not much of the rubber actually touched the road. If we hit anything, since my hands were still bound behind my back and I wasn’t a wearing seat belt, I’d end up smashing face-first into the security panel.

“We just have to keep ahead of the authorities until this phenomenon passes,” Caine said, “and then we’ll escape into the Shift.”

“Good luck with that,” Asher snapped out. “It’s still locked up tight.”

“Bloody hell.” Caine moved his hands up to ten and two on the wheel. “Hold on to your arses, girls and boys, we’re in for some turbulence.”

I leaned forward, straining to see through the clouded panel, and didn’t have to look too hard out the windshield to locate what he’d seen. In the distance, a line of headlights and police beacons cut a swath across the freeway, and they weren’t moving. How had they set up a roadblock so fast?

Had Baku tipped them off? I struggled in my cuffs, but they were tight, and I only succeeded in scraping my skin.

Asher cursed. “Goddammit, why can’t we catch a break tonight?”

“Um…why aren’t you slowing down, Caine?” I pressed myself against the back of the seat, crushing my own hands.

He grinned at me over his shoulder, and the car lurched forward, the engine growling harder into the early morning.

“Stop the damned car!” Asher raised his knees and thrust his heels against the divider screen with enough force to tip a bus on its ass, but it didn’t give at all.

Hands braced on the dash, Kyle shouted obscenities that soon turned into the Lord’s Prayer.

We bore down on the lights, closer and closer. Jesus, Caine was going to ram them, only the cruisers were parked head-on to us, so it wasn’t like we were going to get through.

“What is he doing?” I asked no one in particular.

“Spike strip!” Kyle yelled. The resulting swerve around the wicked-looking piece of metal with nails waiting to blow our tires threw me hard into Asher and shot my shoulder up with pain.

Cleared of the danger, Caine resumed course toward the barricade. He began counting down. “Five”—we were close enough to see the officers drawing weapons and settling behind car doors—“Four”—pops sounded outside from the cops who were positioned on the shoulder, firing at us, and the ones in our direct line scrambled out of the way—“Three”—the front right tire exploded, throwing me forward, and I might have smashed my face in if Asher hadn’t thrown his body across me—“Two”—I buried my face against his throat and told him I was sorry over and over again—“One.”

AAAAAAAAAAAARGHH!

Heading. Over. To buy. NOW!

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8 responses to “Score! Here’s a scene from the next Mortal Machine novel by @jocelynadams

  1. Just bought it after reading Jenny’s post. I’m already reading four books. Can my brain handle five when I need to revise my first 50 pages and synopsis so I can wow the agent who requested them? Write first Read later. *continues to chant, knuckles whitening as she grips sides of her tablet*
    Thanks for sharing. This really makes me want to open my Kindle app RIGHT THIS SECOND.

    • Jocelyn Adams is one of the authors who I like to go back and re-read because the voice and flow are so strong. Consider it a 99 cent lesson on how to write a scene that rocks!

  2. This is so action packed and then slam–and no more? Talk about a cliff-hanger.

  3. Dun, dun, dun! 🙂 I’m so mean to them all, aren’t I? Thanks for helping me spread the word today. Can you hear my dork dance squeals from there?

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