I am so excited to be participating in this cover reveal because not only is the cover beautiful but this series seriously rocks and I am so excited that a new novella will be out October 5! If you haven't tried this series then you are missing out and I highly recommend it. Cambria is amazing and her work is just wonderful. She truly is a talented writer and this is a series you must try.
So without further ado, I give you Bewitched!!
Title: Bewitched (Heven and Hell #2.5)
Genre: YA paranormal
Publisher: Cambria Hebert
Release date: October 5, 2012
Format: Ebook only (for now)
Bewitched Blurb:
For years, I accepted that Heven was
more popular than me. I never liked it but I lived with it. I walked
in her shadow, I stood by her when no one else would. When I finally
thought her spotlight was mine things began to change. She began to
change. Now she hardly ever calls me back, she spends all her time
with her hot new boyfriend and everyone at school thinks she’s back
on top. She had it all. But apparently she wants more. She wants Cole
– my boyfriend. What’s worse is that it looks like she got
him. I’ve had enough and she’s going to be sorry. Why?
Because I am bewitched.
Sneak Peek into Bewitched!
Working
out was for jocks. Homework was for nerds and I wasn’t a jock or a
nerd. Yet, here I was, sweating through my favorite Victoria Secret
yoga pants and tank with a headache the size of Macy’s. Learning
about my powers was hard work. I thought it would come naturally. My
brain was hurting from concentrating and my muscles were actually
sore from effort. I thought longingly of the potion in the green
bottle that Hecate had given me—a little sip would make it that
much easier to use my powers, but she took it away. Apparently, I had
all the power she wanted me to have. It kind of pissed me off.
In
fact, I was feeling pretty disgruntled all around.
I
was hot, I was sweaty, my head hurt and my hair was frizzy. Not to
mention I had been wearing sneakers far too long. Thank goodness
Hecate was gone. I actually had been glad not to be alone after the
“bone incident,” but now I was ready for some alone time. I felt
stronger.
Feeling
strong plus feeling disgruntled equaled somebody was gonna get hurt.
I
was standing in my yard near the lake and I glanced up at the moon
before heading inside. It was low and swollen tonight—a haunting
moon. It sent a shiver up my spine. I thought briefly about going to
Heven’s and treating her to a little of what she deserved. I even
looked toward the driveway as I walked, but I wasn’t going anywhere
looking like this.
I
went into the house and began climbing the stairs. Halfway up, I
heard a noise in the kitchen and I paused. My parents were still out
of town. It wasn’t the maid’s day to be here… unless she came
early. Another thud in the kitchen had me spinning on the stairs to
see what it was.
“Mary?”
I called out. “Is that you?” Maybe she switched her schedule
around and I didn’t know about it. Maybe I could get her to make me
a latté.
No
one answered, and the noises in the kitchen fell silent. I stopped at
the bottom of the stairs and listened, wondering if I had heard
anything at all. “Hello?” I called again, this time more unsure.
This time a fine chill raced up my back.
Suddenly
being alone in this big house was scary.
Clink,
clink, clink.
Okay,
I wasn’t hearing things. Someone was there.
I
stepped off the stairs and walked through the foyer in the direction
of the kitchen. I heard the cat hiss and I paused again. Clover was
too lazy to hiss at a mouse. Something in my stomach turned cold and
hard.
I
looked over my shoulder at the massive front doors to the alarm
keypad and the distress button.
But
it was too late for pressing buttons.
Clover
burst around the corner with a hideous screech and barreled into me,
hitting me in the knees and causing me to stumble. The cat didn’t
even stop. I could hear his claws scraping frantically across the
tiles. “What the…” I began as I straightened, but then
something lurched around the corner after the cat.
It
was hideous.
It
stood about a foot taller than me with wide shoulders that were
uneven looking—one was lower than the other—and a wild mane of
bushy orange hair that seemed to create a cloud around its pasty,
white face. Its lips were black and it had a nasty row of teeth that
had seen a lot of decay. It had large purple circles around its eyes,
which seemed to have no color at all.
It
looked like a psychotic clown.
I
screamed and took a step backward, and the thing grinned. I went
running but it lunged and caught me around the wrist, pulling me
back. I struggled, kicking out, but it was no use, his grip was too
strong.
Without
any warning it reached up and snatched my silver pendant right off my
neck. “Hey!” I screamed as it shoved me away. I fell onto my butt
and stared up at the glittering silver heart as it dangled from the
nasty clown’s hands.
Cole
had given that to me. It was the last gift he had given me before we
broke up.
Anger
surged into my chest, making me hot. “Give that back.”
Freaky
Clown gave me another frightening grin and ran back into the kitchen,
disappearing from sight. I ran after it, running into a solid wall
of… offensiveness.
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