Title: You Are Mine + Mine To Tarnish
Author: Janeal Falor
Release date: May 6th, 2013 and December 2nd, 2013
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal/Fantasy
Tour: Irresistible Reads Book Tours
Serena knows a few simple things. She will always be owned by a warlock. She will never have freedom. She will always do what her warlock wishes, regardless of how inane, frivolous, or cruel it is. And if she doesn’t follow the rules, she will be tarnished. Spelled to be bald, inked, and barren for the rest of her life—worth less than the shadow she casts.
Then her ownership is won by a barbarian from another country. With the uncertainty that comes from belonging to a new warlock, Serena questions if being tarnished is really worse than being owned by a barbarian, and tempts fate by breaking the rules. When he looks the other way instead of punishing her, she discovers a new world. The more she ventures into the forbidden, the more she learns of love and a freedom just out of reach. Serena longs for both. But in a society where women are only ever property, hoping for more could be deadly.
Mine To Tarnish:
Katherine’s place is the same as any woman’s—on the shelf next to the dresses and bolts of cloth. When she’s sold to a warlock, life grows even bleaker. Her new owner is as old and rancid as he is cruel, driving her to do the unthinkable: run.
Nothing prepared her for being on her own. And she’s definitely unprepared for the warlocks hunting her down. But she must stay one step ahead because if caught, the best she can hope for is death.
Guest Post by Janeal Falor
One part of writing I rarely talk about that is super fun, and sometimes a giant headache is naming characters. A name can have a big impact both on how readers feel and how I feel about a character. Often it means spending a lot of time on baby name websites. The process is similar to naming a child but with much less importance. And when a character I don’t have to consider my husband’s input.
Being married is incredibly fantastic! Except when your wonderfully amazing hottie husband wants to name one of your children … NIGEL. Ugh, yikes! It makes me think of an old British* guy who smokes cigars, not a cute little Falor baby.
Tangent: If your name happens to be Nigel or you love someone named Nigel–Sorry! I just can’t get that association out of my head. I’m sure most Nigels are great guys. Probably don’t even smoke cigars. Maybe if I actually had one in my life the random association would go away.
Anyhow, I vetoed that one quickly. Of course hubs fought me on it, but let’s face it: 9-months-pregnant lady vs. handsome, well-meaning but clueless daddy-to-be. No contest. At least not when said hubby is so sweet. 😉
Years later there I was writing MINE TO TARNISH with a smelly, old, Chardonian (not British) villain. He needed a name, but what? Oh, Nigel of course! Yes, I tease my husband about him naming my villain instead of our kid. Tee hee. Definitely the fun side of figuring out a character’s name.
*For the record. I love British people, for reals. Seriously, if you are one, you can come hang out and I’ll listen to your awesome accent all day long.
Such a fun guest post, Janeal! So happy to have you! Love the covers on these! ~ Alison
The judge stands and looks, not at the Grand Chancellor like I’m expecting, but right at me. His eyes wide. “Dead.”
The masses let out a cry. Some fall to their seats. Dead? How can he be dead? He’s supposed to lord over me, not die. Can I really be free of him? My chest lightens.
Someone tugs on my arm. Cynthia. She forces me to drink the brew I avoided earlier. Then another. With shaking hands, she drinks one herself and helps me to my chair. Everything goes abnormally silent. The soothing concoction already sweeping through me. I grow distant from myself. The scene before me further away than ever.
The Envadi bends to the ground, his fingers swirling in the dirt. His lips move with words, but they don’t carry, even in the silence. Once they stop, he brushes the dirt off and stares straight at me. Even from my distant state, goosebumps raise on my arms.
“Citizens.” The Grand Chancellor’s voice draws my gaze. He stands, face void of expression. “We will all mourn the loss of Chancellor Thomas. He was a rising star, fated to leave his potential unfulfilled.” He pauses. “As our tournament rules dictate, Envadi Zade now becomes Master of all Chancellor Thomas had.” He holds his hand out to the Envadi. “Chancellor Zade.”
The Envadi is still watching me. He nods his head.
Suddenly, Father is yelling from the Grand Chancellor’s box. “You will not have her!”
The words take a moment to find me through the muffle my world has become. As the significance of his words take hold, the field becomes splotched with black. I blink a few times. The whole world darkens.
About the Author ~ Janeal Falor
Amazon best selling author Janeal Falor lives in Utah with her husband and three children. In her non-writing time she teaches her kids to make silly faces, cooks whatever strikes her fancy, and attempts to cultivate a garden even when half the things she plants die. When it’s time for a break she can be found taking a scenic drive with her family or drinking hot chocolate!