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Midnight Surrender

Many good things are happening for the rest of the year. And one of them is this.

Inside from me you will find a short story that will include Mercy, Flynn, Luke and Paul. Expected publication date is 10/11/12. <— Gotta love that 10 – 11 – 12, lol.

Anyway, this book will be free at some point, so more good news! YAY! I will share more soon.

Great authors are contributing exclusive stories from some of their best series. I’m looking forward to reading it. I hope you are too! 😀

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Posted by shannondermott on September 25, 2012 in Blog

My name is Charlize Daniels, I go by Charlie. I see Mercy has made her case. (Like having four hot guys who want you is such a problem) But it’s my turn now. Being in the limelight wasn’t really my thing, but it seems like it’s the only way my story will be told.

My family has had a rough go it. With the death of my rock, my father, I wasn’t sure how to survive this world without him. He was my everything. At sixteen, with a brush of death of my own, it’s time I learn how to live again.

With the lost time I spent curled within myself, I may have lost one of the best things other than my father. Alex. I remember when….

Turning from what just happened, I walked towards the cars to find my dad’s and leaned against it. I wasn’t ready for things to be different. Summer was ending and I could feel change thick in the air. Things were going to be different no matter what I wanted.

“Are you ok?” Alex asked, catching up to me. I looked up at him with a steely glance. “Okay, you’re fine. But what happened?” he continued.

“Nothing I couldn’t take care of,” I said dismissively, holding my hand to block the shine from the setting sun. I’d handled that part.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. And I knew he wasn’t referring to what just transpired.

Turning my face away from his, I stared into nothing but my own thoughts.

“Look Charlie, you’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you. I can’t help how I feel.” I didn’t have to explain myself to him. He knew me through and through. There wasn’t anything I could hide from him.

The heat of anger I felt flashed through my eyes back to his. I didn’t like that he read me so well.

“Charlie, I mean you’re beautiful and it’s hard not to notice.”

Fire disbursed from my eyes and burned holes in the ground, the direction I now stared because I was in uncharted territory. Still I said nothing. I had no idea how to reply.

Alex on the other hand seemed to need to say a few things. “I promise to only think of you as a sister from now on if you forgive me. It’s just in that moment like right now I feel something. Don’t you?”

So he was apologizing for the almost kiss. Had I wanted him to kiss me? I hadn’t turned away.

Footsteps had us both turning to see my dad come towards us. I was grateful for the interruption.

Dad spoke first. “Alex, you should go pick up your brother’s pride. We’ll see you later.” He said without a hint of humor. Turning his attention to me, he said, “Charlie, it’s time to go.”…..

And that was the best of my problems. I wasn’t sure, but I think someone is trying to kill me. I just needed to Remember, survive and find some happiness I’d lost.

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Posted by shannondermott on September 25, 2012 in Dear Journal

Another POV from WFM

22 Sep

A challenge was met and I am here to deliver. This POV is from Waiting for Mercy and includes both Luke and Flynn because they seemed to be the most popular guys.

We are also close to reaching another hurdle with likes on the Amazon.com Waiting for Mercy page. I think only 10 more likes are needed for another POV.

I do have exciting news to share. But not quite yet. Hopefully by next week, keep your fingers crossed. I know I am. 🙂 I’ve had numerous other deadlines lately that had detracted from me finishing Angel of Mercy, but I hope to be back to it soon to ensure a 2012 release.

But, onto what you guys are here for.

To read click link below.

http://figment.com/books/456324-Bonus-POV-WFM-Together-Again

Flynn

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Posted by shannondermott on September 22, 2012 in Change of POV

Tags: shannon dermott, waiting for mercy

AOM Teaser #3

14 Sep

Okay, voting is really heating up on AOM Teaser #2. Flynn fans are really coming through. One of the goals was met for another POV, YAY! I’m under deadline and I promise to post it by the end of next week. In the meantime, I’ll give you guys another teaser. Enjoy!

Driving in the parking lot, it almost felt like old times. Except Maggie and my roles were reversed. Since the attack, I was driving her to school and not the other way around.

“When is the next holiday?” she groaned, scrunching in her seat like that would somehow change the fact that today was a school day.

Laughing, I said, “Not for a while. Spring break is coming.” Hoping out fo the car, the door banged shut when I pushed it closed. Maggie, catching up to me, had somehow managed to leave the car even though for a second there I thought I might have to pry her out.

My response perked her up and put a bit more pep in her step. “Maybe we should all go away for the week. It’s like Luke’s senior year,” she said wistfully.

Stopping in my tracks, Maggie halted and turned to face me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to remind you.”

Yeah, I thought. I’d lost so much this year. I didn’t need to be reminded that I would lose Luke to college and he would forget me.

“He won’t forget you,” she said, reading my mind in the way best friends did. It was always like that between us.

“It’s college, Mags. There will be a ton of girls. Girls that will tempt him and…” I didn’t finish. Luke wasn’t the same guy thanks to me. Would he be faithful? Would he even care about me after he left?

My musing was interrupted by Flynn’s fan club when they stopped right in front of us. “Oh, look it’s the HITs.” I looked up into the hateful face of a girl with mousey brown hair cut in strange layers that looked tangled and wild like her eyes. I recognized her from around the halls and how she would linger wherever Flynn would be. But, I didn’t know her name or the name of the girl with her.

“Hits?” the girl beside her questioned, while pushing at her short dark hair. She tucked it behind one ear nervously looked between her friend and us. It seemed she didn’t want to be here anymore than I wanted to hear this.

“Yeah, you know Hookers in Training. That one,” the instigator girl said pointing with her heat seeking missile eyes directed at me. “…Caused all this. She is the one that put him in danger. She is the reason why he….”

My hands balled into fist at my sides. It didn’t matter that what she said rang true in my heart. In fact, it may be because of it that all my pent up emotions were headed to the surface. I had a feeling before this was over, I would be sitting in the principal’s office for the very first time in my life. And for once, I didn’t care.

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Posted by shannondermott on September 14, 2012 in Teasers

Tags: angel of mercy, shannon dermott

AOM Promised Teaser #2

09 Sep

An update, last I checked I had 88 likes for Beg for Mercy on Amazon between the Kindle and Paperback version. We are 12 likes away from another POV. Thanks for all of you who have written reviews on Amazon and/or liked the page.

Here is my second promised Teaser of Angel of Mercy.

The gritty sand on his hand and my exposed skin left a stinging sensation as his fingers made a path down my thigh below my shorts and back up to the side of my rib cage pushing my shirt up just a little more. One of my hands was trapped underneath him and the other I used to weave a path in his hair to bring us even closer. Life was so precious. I’d learned this in the last weeks. My conviction was that the time was right. The time was now.

Tell me, who do you want Mercy to end up with.

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Posted by shannondermott on September 9, 2012 in Polls, Teasers

Tags: angel of mercy, shannon dermott

AOM Promised Teaser #1

08 Sep

Happy Friday!

When writing Beg for Mercy, I didn’t have anyone pictured in my head when I developed the character. About halfway through, I decided to have a look around for visuals for fun. And I found Alex Pettyfer. I knew he was Luke for me. So when Sonya posted a picture of who she thought of for Luke when she was reading, I was like, yeah, great minds think alike. 🙂

Borrowing a picture from the movie Beastly, I thought it was a good enough visual to sort of go with this teaser. Enjoy.

AOM Promised Teaser #1 (Angel of Mercy excerpt by Shannon Dermott copyright 2012) Please note that I’ve modified this teaser slightly to not give spoilers away. When it is published in the book, it will differ slightly.

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There was darkness and there was absolute darkness. The latter, I remembered all too well. Confined in it, I looked around to see the nothingness except the burning orange of the souls trapped there.

Suffocating, I didn’t need a reminder of the utter desolation.

“Mercy,” a voice cried out. Turning back to face in the direction my body was, I came face to face with the man responsible for half my DNA.

“Father,” I heard myself say. Why had I called him that? He wasn’t anything to me but pure evil.

“The time has come, Mercy. Your mother may have delayed destiny but now is the time for you to fulfill the bargain struck.”

“Bargain,” I hedged.

A wicked smile crossed his handsome features. He was so striking. I couldn’t blame my mother for falling for him and he for her. They were two beautiful creatures to behold. “We all make bargains and mine was paid with your betrothal.” My heart stopped when the name of my “betrothed” crossed his lips.

Sitting up, slicked with sweat, my breath came ragged and hard. Pushing back my hair that was damp and pressed to my forehead, I looked over at Luke who was now alert and fully awake. He was searching the room for possible threats based on the way his head moved to survey the room. Pushing himself up, he drew me close and gently kissed my forehead while pushing more hair from my face. “It was just a dream.”

I wondered how this boy could look at me which such love after I damned him. Not to mention, I could feel my hair matted to my head from sweat. I had to look like a total mess. I drew away from him, swinging my feet over the side of the bed not sure where I was going. Swiftly, he matched my movements and put an arm around my waist drawing me close. I was shaking. The dream felt so real. It felt like I had been there somehow. I thought about my damp skin and the heat that had surrounded me. Trembling, I tried to shake it off. My dream was fast becoming a waking nightmare.

“It was my father,” I choked out, before he could question me. Then I proceeded to tell him all about it.

His previous golden tan was already dim from the damnation I’d cursed him with. Yet, somehow he managed to pale to an almost gray color in that moment. There was something like fear in his eyes. “Mercy,” he said, a bit unsteadily. “It was just a dream,” he reiterated. “Even if it was true, this isn’t the middle ages. Your father,” he began, looking off to the side. Then he seemed to adjust his thoughts, shaking his head a bit. “Your dead father can’t marry you off.” My gut clenched with worry. I could see the crinkle of frown lines on his brow. He had come to the same conclusions I had.

“I know,” I said. My father, tucked away in hell, couldn’t force me to marry anyone. That wasn’t the problem. “But it all seems to make sense. If it is true, it may explain some of what you found in your father’s library.”

~ I will post promised teaser #2 before the weekend is over ~

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Posted by shannondermott on September 8, 2012 in Blog, Teasers

Dear Journal

06 Sep

Sent: Thu 9/6/12 4:04 PM

To: Shannon Dermott

From: Mercy Moore

Re: Status of the next installment of my story.

______________________________________________________________________________

I’m writing because I’m really anxious for this story to be released. I haven’t heard from you in a

while and I’m concerned that you aren’t making me a priority. I know you were working with that

other girl. But honestly, you and I had a deal first. I don’t want to sound bitchy, but things are

really getting crazy. I’m just not sure what will happen next. Please contact me as soon as

possible.

*Hitting send on my computer, I get up from my chair and grab my journal. Maybe I’ll find some measure of peace by writing a few things down.*

Dear Journal,

Day number, I don’t remember. He is gone and I don’t know how to survive. I don’t believe he is gone forever from me. I just can’t. I’m trying to cope but it’s not easy. My mom is worried about me as is everyone else. I try to find comfort in reading his journal.

I’ve made a real mess of things. I’ve sentenced four boys in my life to hell. One, in some sort of weird coma just because he loved me. I should have loved him back and then.

Another, the boy I claimed to love was damned because I couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t leave well enough alone because I was selfish.

Another could be re-trained and lost to us forever. At lease how we know him now. And all for helping me, no really for helping all of us.

And another. I’ll never forget… I never forgot those words he said to me.

All of them were hell bound because they got involved with me. What do I have left? A journal. His journal.

You would think I was a freaking angel the way he describes me in it. I am not deserving of his words, his love, his sacrifice.

I will make this right somehow, someway.

One way is through my story. It needs to be told and not for me. But for all those around me who did everything they could to protect me and be there for me. This is for them.

Mercy

*A chime on my computer lets me know I have mail.*

Sent: Thu 9/6/12 4:14 PM

To: Mercy Moore

From: Shannon Dermott

Fwd: Re: Status of the next installment of my story.

Att: cristiano ronaldo.jpg

______________________________________________________________________

I totally haven’t forgotten you. I’ve been extremely busy and just so you know people are

asking about your story.

In fact, Sonya posted a picture of who she though Sebastian looked liked on my facebook

page. See the attachment and let me know what you think.

Don’t fret, I plan to post two teasers about your story by the weekend.

Are you hijacking my blog again????

Anyway, I have to get back to work. I promise to talk to you soon. I need an update

of how things are going. Especially with the boys.

*Clicking the link above, I get this view.*

*I’m not going to reply to her. At least not right away. It would serve her right. Sebastian, as if I needed a picture to remind me just what he looks like. I think I may just go on facebook and find this Sonya. This guy is extremely close to the real thing.*

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Posted by shannondermott on September 6, 2012 in Dear Journal

Cover Reveal and Tuesday Teaser

29 Aug

Here it is, the title and cover of the third book in the Cambion series.

Many thanks to Amber McNemar at eThink Graphics for the cover.

Teaser about the book blurb….

Loss cuts deep, deeper when you’ve only had what seems like a short time with that person. Your feelings were already confused and now there was no more time. Mercy’s perilous adventures ran light speed ahead when newcomers come to town. Lycanthropes, demon hunters, and someone else who will come between her heart and her head will play a part in determining her fate and the fate for if not all, most of her friends.

Teaser

“…It’s been me. Always me. And in the end, I may be the only one left standing between you and certain death.”

He was oh so close, close enough that his scent surrounded me like a blanket. There was little doubt that I would always be safe with him.

“And what about…” I tried to say while looking into those blue eyes.

His finger put gentle pressure on my lips. “No one matters but you and me. When will you realize that?”

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Posted by shannondermott on August 29, 2012 in Blog, Polls, Teasers

The Party. The Room. The Kiss.

26 Aug

First I like to mention the death of Neil Armstrong, may he rest in peace. He was an icon for being the first man to stand on the moon and for the saying “One small step for man. One giant leap for mankind.” Those words mean alot. More than that, for me, they mean to dream big, because there is no limit what you can do.

Now for what you probably came here for.

Okay, so being the generous sort I am, I’m posting another POV. This was another request that came from a review I read.

Click link below to read.

http://figment.com/books/456321-Bonus-POV-BFM-The-Party–

Luke

There was another request for one of my favorite scenes in Beg for Mercy. I haven’t forgotten. I need to work on other writing projects today including book three of the Cambions series, lol. But I will get to your request soon.

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Posted by shannondermott on August 26, 2012 in Change of POV

Why Pirate, I’m a generous soul

25 Aug

ePiracy and what it means to me.

As an author, I honestly don’t make much money at all. On average, most authors don’t. Writing sometime feels more like a hobby than a paying job.

As such, for someone to post my work without my permission does more than just take the few dollars out of my pocket, it also doesn’t give me credit for the sales. Sales translate to opportunity in the publishing world. The more sales you have, the more opportunities that are presented. While I’m flatter in some ways that readers like my book enough to share, if I don’t get the “sales numbers” I may not be able to continue my craft, my series or have the opportunities to write more books.

I had an eye opening experience with my debut novel. It was posted on several e-sites for free. One of which said it had been downloaded over 150 times before it was finally removed. That’s 150 downloads, that might have pushed my ranking higher on Amazon and/ or Barnes and Nobel, giving me more exposure to potential readers. I’ll never get that missed opportunity back.

I do understand that many of my readers don’t have the ability to buy my book because maybe a parent holds the purse strings. Contact me through my website. I’ve been known to be generous and give my books out to those who ask.

Lastly, if you do read a pirated copy of my book, I can make no guarantee about the quality you get. So if you’ve landed a pirated beta copy or an unedited copy, please don’t write a review citing poor editing. I can’t control what’s posted on the web.

Again, it’s illegal to post an author’s work without their permission despite some readers’ views on sharing. So please be considerate. It’s almost as bad as if someone took your diary and posted on Facebook without your permission. You wrote it, yet someone took that control out of your hands to allow others to read without your knowledge. Again, I say almost. For me, I felt robbed.

But being the generous soul that I am, I’m going to post another POV before the weekend is over. So check back.

Shannon Dermott

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