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Meet Lana.

Introducing the second character in SIX. The best friend. The humor in a dark, morbid place. The maybe-she-isn’t-what-she-seems type of girl. The first one arriving at the blood bath. The last one leaving. The mouthy one. The forgiving one. Emma’s rock. Emma’s hard place. Meet Lana. (It can’t be undone once you do, you know? She is unforgettable.) She would probably also want me to tell you, “she is the number one stunna.” Oh, and, “na, na, na, na!” Also, she wants you to know she is gyrating her hips as I type that. Classless shrew.

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Three more days until you get to meet everyone (all together) in SIX. It should go live HERE at Midnight on November 1. Amazon Kindle store will be the next place it’s available with B&N nook store being the very LAST place you’ll be able to snatch it up. I can’t wait to hear what you guys think. Drop me a note after you read. Ask me questions. Leave a review, PLEASE! I’m still giving away e-copies of SIX on my Facebook Fan Page. Go comment on the giveaway status for a chance to win!

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Meet Finn.

When I wrote SIX I had a crystal clear image of the leading man, Finn.

This is him. The hair. The lips (just wait, you’ll love his lips soon, too). The whole package. Lucky Emma.

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8 more days until SIX is released. On release day (November 1) you will be able to purchase all e-book formats on my publisher’s website. Usually a day or two after release you can buy the title in the Amazon Kindle store, and Barnes and Noble nook format follows anywhere from a week to a month after the publisher’s release date. (I know, so SLOW!) Paperback copies will be available by mid November on B&N.com and Amazon. If you want an autographed paperback copy of any of my books, please use the contact form on the “Contact” page. 

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SIX Excerpt

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I’m pretty excited to share a small snippet of Emma and Finn with you. Here is one of my favorite chapters. 🙂 The e-book in all formats will be released by Eternal Press on November 1st. 

Chapter Fourteen

July 17th, Midday

The weight of the pendant at my throat keeps me awake. I pulsate with a warm, tingling sensation that stems from inside of me. The feeling has nothing to do with my magic. I cannot stop smiling. The stone is meant to dull my dark side, but I do not expect it to cause such a surge of longing for Finn. This is a gift from him. A very considerate gift from him.

Lana looked worried as we walked back to the circle hours before. She would not tell me why and though her mood was sullen, mine still soars high in the hazy, perfect sky. I throw the thin blanket off my body and walk to my window. Sleep will not come and the need to speak with Finn is all-encompassing. I want to know what the necklace means. I want to see his lazy smile. I want the rigidity of his shoulders gone. I want the female darkling that eases this to release him to me—to where he belongs.

I quickly peek at Lana, snoring loudly without a care in the world. I smile as emotions flood my body. I feel the emptiness filling, the void being bridged, and the fluttering of my heart connecting the mangled pieces that form Emmalina Weaver–the person, not the empty vessel for magic.

I run to the lagoon. I relish in the feeling of the pendants bouncing off my chest in rhythm with my feet pounding ashy ground. Clothing still on, I run directly into the water, sink below the inky liquid, and open my senses. Noise is gone and I only hear my heart hammering in my chest. When I surface, I behold the sight I so desperately crave. My stomach twists and I recognize the feeling…the desire.

It is Finn.

His gaze fixates on my chest, staring at my newly acquired pendants. When Finn meets my gaze I see so many things. I am sure he has always looked at me like this, but I never had the ability to see the emotions behind it. He looks at me with approval, with desire, pride, and honesty—I almost combust with emotion. I smile. He smiles. I push forward to close the distance between us.

“You are back. I missed you,” I say. Finn just stares at me as if he has never seen me before. He has not seen me like this, I think.  His gaze traces every curve of my body until he decides to study my face. Lips parting, small breaths pushing through his lips, his grin widens. I grab my necklace and tilt my head to the side. “I got a gift. I am not sure who it is from and I had to battle a savage for it,” I admit, my tone teasing.  He moves closer to me in the water as I speak.

“That is a pretty impressive gift. Someone must really care a lot about you,” he says while rubbing the back of his head with one hand, ruffling his brown wavy hair. He purposefully averts his gaze sideways.

“That or someone wants to kill me,” I point out. He faces me and grins.

“How does it make you feel?” Finn takes another step in my direction and brushes the side of my face with the back of his fingertips. I do not feel anything except his touch. It is so soft like a kiss, yet so purposeful, and so full of feeling. I lean into his hand and press it against the side of my neck. He brings his other hand over and twirls my necklace in between his fingers.

“All I feel is you, Finn,” I tell him honestly. Anticipating his words, I watch his lips, unwilling to miss their perfect movement. He drops his hands and the absence of his touch brings me back to his question.

“Now, tell me what you feel,” he whispers.

Something inside me clicks. “I feel things I remember feeling when I was younger,” I say, twining my nails into the chain of my necklace. Finn watches my fingers with proud affection.

I remember my mother’s face. She is cradling me in her lap, telling me stories from the old world. Her face is happy and animated. I think she looks prettiest when she tells these stories. I want to be inside her stories. I want to dance in the phenomenon called rain. I want to chase fireflies on a hot summer night. I long for a pretty summer dress that wisps at my ankles while I walk barefoot on grass. She tells me of ice cream cones that hold sweetness so bold it stings your tongue. It all comes coursing through me at once. I see the memories flash before my eyes. Tender kisses, dancing in the kitchen, frolicking in the large open field.

Then, I see the specific memory—the one that haunts me. It is the memory that consumes my being with longing because I have been unable to attach an emotion to it. I feel as if I am in that memory at this moment.

“I’m going to get you Emmalina,” my mother says. I run so fast that my tiny heart is thumping rapidly. Sticky sweat surrounds my face and mats my hair at my hairline. My feet are bare and the gray haze is the lightest I ever remember it being. I look over my shoulder and laugh as I see her running after me. She has her hands stretched out toward me and her brown hair bounces as she runs. It is a dream in slow motion that I get to relive. The moment is perfect. Her smile is electric. Her voice is sweeter than any treat from the old world.

“You cannot catch me, Mommy!” My singsong child’s voice rings back at her. I want her to catch me. I want her hands tickling me. She grabs me and lifts me under my arms, and up over her head. I can touch the sky. I am flying. She spins around in a circle but I do not look around. I look at her smiling face. It is so cheerful, it is so perfect. It holds the same emotion that I feel in this moment.

We are complete. I am not empty.

The emotion rips me from the inside. “I feel joy,” I tell Finn as I throw my head back laughing at the sky. The emotion tears through me more powerful than anything else, filling me with purpose. I am elated, delighted, I feel contentment and relief. Excitement courses through my veins more powerful than dark magic. It is incomparable. I splash the water at my sides and giggle because I want to, not because I think it prudent. I am so happy I remember her—thankful Finn has forced this from me in his own way. I jump toward him and he catches me under my arms.

He lifts me above his head and I feel like I am floating on a cloud in an alternate universe. He spins in one slow circle. I gaze down at him knowing this is what my mother wants for me. I vow to make her sacrifice worth it.

Finn laughs loudly—a hearty, meaningful laugh. We revel in this perfect moment together just Finn and I and our joyful laughter.

I know then that his laugh is the only sound I like more than my own heartbeat.

© 2013 by Rachel Robinson. All rights reserved.

Six Cover Reveal and FAQ

What is Six about?

What happens when you take away emotions? Take them out of everything. Every decision you make, every relationship you form, every action big or small is devoid of feeling. It sure would make life simple. There would never be a reason to lie, or a concern about trust. There would also never be love, or happiness of any kind. Emmalina (Emma) discovers a whole new, and very forbidden way of living…feeling. Fear. Anger. Sadness. Surprise. Love. Joy. The Six. When she realizes she wants this alternative to the deadly, and hollow fate, it might be too late. She does have some help, with the absurdly handy, and oh-so-handsome Finn, and a wild, foul-mouthed friend named Lana. Understanding emotions is hard. Imagine feeling them for the first time. This is a dystopian romance. Romance and love play a huge role in this story.

My publisher, Eternal Press will be releasing Six November 2013.

If you are a book blogger, reviewer etc…and would like to read Six in advance, drop me a note, I’ll see what I can do. 

How is Six different than Escaped and Embraced?

While Six does have paranormal components that are similar to those in Samantha’s world, the novels are completely different. Six is dark. Six is very, very dark. Not only because the setting is a sunless-post-apocalyptic earth,  but because Emma, the main character is in a very dark place for a lot of the story. While Escaped and Embraced are driven by the crazy things and people placed in Samantha’s world, Six is completely character driven.

With that said, if you pay attention while reading Six some things, places (and maybe people) may seem familiar if you’ve read Samantha’s books. Heck, you may even pick up on some clues on what to expect in the third Samantha Scott book. Six is a stand alone novel. No cliffhangers. I promise.

Um…so Embraced? That ending? When is the next Samantha Scott book coming out?

*No Spoilers* So, about that. It had to happen. It did. While I do have a few different projects on my plate at the moment, the third book should be out next year. It actually has an outline, too! Now, I just have to find the time to write it, and let my publisher decide when they want to release it.

What exactly is on your plate right now? Tell me about the new projects, NOW!

Honestly, Six wiped me out. Emma vivisected me. I was emotionally drained when I finished writing it (no pun intended). Six is also 25,000 words longer than a typical Samantha Scott Novel. I’m stitched up now and currently working on a Contemporary Romance. *Gasp* I know. No magic. Nothing except a bunch of emotions that make everyone act crazy. It may or may not be loosely based on my real life. Watch out, real life friends. No one is safe. (Just kidding.) Also, Finn might have his own story coming down the pipe, too.

Without further hesitation, here is the cover for SIX.

How many do you have?

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Cover Art: Amanda Kelsey

Visit the SIX tab for more info.

SIX Cover Reveal. Part 2.

SIX Cover Reveal. Part 2.

Here is the second piece of the cover for SIX.

Also, a snippet 🙂

Lana and I perch on the top of the thick fence, our backs to the palace. What we glimpse in front of us has frozen us to this spot.

“What the fuck is that?” Lana whispers.

It is the abandoned city. Black smoke still rises from the cracked streets. Tall buildings with their tops demolished litter the deconstructed skyline. Up close it looks more tormented than from the balcony at the palace. Creatures that are indistinguishable control the gray atmosphere in every direction I look. Their scaly wings cut through the air as easily as a knife through skin. Small fires rage throughout as far as the eye can see. Life has forsaken this city long ago. My life has been split into two categories at this moment.

Before and after.