Ashes and Ice Release Day Blitz

Title: Ashes & Ice

Author: Rochelle Maya Callen

Release Day: February 4th, 2013

Genre: Young Adult

Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Synopsis:

She is desperate to remember.

He is aching to forget.

Together, they are not broken.

But together, one may not survive.

​Jade wakes up with no memory of her past and blood on her hands.

Plagued by wicked thoughts, she searches for answers. Instead, she finds a boy who

doesn't offer her answers, but hope. But sometimes, when nightmares turn into reality and

death follows you everywhere, hope is not enough.

LUST. LOVE. LOSS. Sometimes, all that is left are Ashes and Ice

Autrhor Bio:

Rochelle grew up dreaming up stories. When she entered high school, she tucked away

her creative side and jumped head-first into academics, work, and service projects. She

graduated summa cum laude with a degree in Political Science and Communication when

she was twenty years old. After years away from her writing, Rochelle picked up a pen

and started fleshing out a character sketch that she outlined when she was twelve. That

sketch was the start of the Ashes and Ice story. Rochelle lives in the DC metro area with

her husband and daughter. By day she works as a behavioral therapist. By night, she is a

dreamer and is busy tapping out new stories on her keyboard.

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Excerpts: 

(Mild Swearing)

Excerpt One: Jade

The girl’s glassy, dead eyes stare into me, through me, pierce me with a fierce

urgency, with a wicked accusation. The blood is still on my hands.

Red hair, blue eyes, a constellation of freckles on pale skin. She was fragile and

innocent, a lovely thing. That is what I think until I see the gashes on her wrists and

throat. With her blood spilling out, she looks delicious. She’s mine. Possessiveness

shocks me, stabs into me. I run, tearing away from a craving I don't understand.

Breathless, I grit my teeth and run harder, faster.

My feet pound against the earth, away from the lifeless body and toward the lights

of the city lingering on the horizon. Rot and death linger in my nostrils. Unscarred skin

stretches taut over my freezing bones. Echoes of an empty memory reverberate in my

mind, taunting me. The ice chases me, clutches me, and bites at my heels, sending shivers

up my spine. The ice wants me back, but I run forward, toward the lights, toward the

heat, toward a world that burns me, because I have no other choice.

The lights are so close. Heat scalds my skin.

Images race through my mind, paralyzing me. I skid to a stop, my boots digging

into the mud. The vision’s blurred edges materialize into solid shapes.

I gasp.

A new horror rakes my insides. Desperation propels me forward; the pictures

nagging at my seams threaten to tear me apart.

Scorching fire licks over my skin. In my vision, I contort like a vile, ugly creature,

eyes as black as decay. My frame hunches over the small, dead girl, like a demon

looming over a defenseless child. Her blood drips from my mouth.

I lick my lips and taste only salty sweat.

I run, desperate to trample the vision under my feet, to crush it deep into the

ground.

I refuse to believe the image, refuse to acknowledge the monster within me

demanding to be unleashed—and the possibility it has already been unbound. An

unrelenting tide of fear washes over me. Past the denial, the fear, and the hope, I think I

can still taste her.

The cold stillness inside me cracks open just as the lights of the city slam into me.