Sat, August 11, 2018 12:00 PM – 4:00 PM EDT
New York Marriott Downtown 85 West Street New York, NY 10006
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Authors in the City is the fifth annual books signing hosted by Stephanie's Book Reports. This will be the last Authors in the City - held in it's innaugeral setting. We will be returning to the New York Marriott Downtown -Aug. 11, 2018.Jennifer Armentrout #1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout lives in West Virginia. When she's not hard at work writing, she spends her time, reading, working out, watching zombie movies, and pretending to write. She shares her home with her husband, his K-9 partner named Diesel and her hyper Jack Russell Loki. Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent her time writing short stories. Therefore explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes Young Adult Contemporary, Urban Fantasy/Paranormal and Romance. She writes New Adult and Adult romance under the pen name J.Lynn She is the author of the Covenant Series (Spencer Hill Press) the Lux Series (Entangled Teen) and the upcoming YA Don't Look Back (2014) and untitled YA (Fall 2014) from Disney/Hyperion. She is also published with Harlequin Teen and HarperCollins
Tijan Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new YA series along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.
Shayla Black Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than fifty novels. For nearly twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages. Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years. Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her teenage daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.
Aurora Rose Reynolds Aurora Rose Reynolds is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author whose wildly popular series include Until, Until Him, Until Her, Underground Kings and Shooting Stars. Her writing career started in an attempt to get the outrageously alpha men who resided in her head to leave her alone and has blossomed into an opportunity to share her stories with readers all over the world. For more information on Aurora Rose Reynolds’s latest books or to connect with her, contact her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AuthorAuroraRoseReynolds or on Twitter @Auroraroser. To order signed books and find out the latest news, visit her at AuroraRoseReynolds.com or www.goodreads.com/author/show/7215619.Aurora_Rose_Reynolds.
FALLEN CREST NIGHTMARE IS L I V E!
(Plus, a never before published BONUS SCENE!)
The Fallen Crest crew is back.
The pumpkin had a penis. I was sure of it.
I angled my head to the right, and yep--there was definitely a thick root growing out of the pumpkin’s bottom. I angled my head to the left, and still there. I wasn’t sure about touching it, but then again it was a pumpkin. I was pretty sure no swimming seeds were going to explode from the thick root, so I used my toe to tip it on its back and eureka.
The root grew out, and pointed upward.
“What are you doing?”
I jumped. Heather came out of nowhere, and I rounded on her. “Announce your presence before just speaking. You could give someone a heart attack.”
One of my best female friends since high school in Fallen Crest lifted an eyebrow. Her hand went to her slim hip. She gave me the ‘are you serious’ look, but only pursed her lips and shrugged. “There a spider or something on that thing?”
In some ways, we were opposites. Heather had dirty-blonde hair, a deep-throated and sultry sounding voice, and heavily made-up eyes, while I had black hair, dark eyes, and I was pretty sure my voice sounded normal. What we did have in common was our slender build. We were both thin, though Heather had a few more pounds than me.
“Look at it.” I used my toe to point out the root. “Does that look like what I think it does?”
She snorted, then turned to check out the rest of the pumpkins in the field. “It looks well-endowed. Give it to Logan. He’ll be giggling like a schoolboy who got his first dirty magazine.” She thought about it. “A schoolboy who doesn’t have a self-conscious bone in his body.”
I grunted. Her assessment of my stepbrother was right on.
His eyes skimmed over my costume, then Heather’s. “Uh. Do I ask what you guys are?”
I snorted. “Not the time for that.”
“Okay.” He nodded, then his hand dropped from his neck. “Oh. Hey. Where’s Taylor?”
“My body’s temperature dropped two degrees. My blood was ice-cold again. “What do you mean?” I felt a lump form in my throat, and keep growing. I knew. I so knew what he was going to say, and I had known it from the beginning.
Something happened to Taylor.
He spoke, and a buzz started in my ears. His words sounded like they were coming from a distance. “She said she was with you guys today. She didn’t come to the party tonight?”
I saw Heather gasp. I didn’t hear it.
Her mouth dropped open. Her eyes shot to mine, and the small amount of color she’d gotten back drained once again from her face.
Something had happened to Taylor.
The alarms were blaring in my head, but I coughed, forced that fucking lump away, and managed, “Uh. I’ll give her a call once we get home.”
We couldn’t panic.
I had to get back to the house. I’d heard that ringtone. I’d rip the fucking house apart if need be.
Author of Carter Reed, the Fallen Crest Series, the Broken and Screwed Series, the Jaded Series, and a whole bunch more.