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Falling Angels by Jen Winters

Falling Angels by Jen Winters

Hey guys!
Today we have something very special going on. We have the privilege to reveal the cover for Jen Winters next novel, Falling Angels.
If you haven’t read the first in the series, Kissing Demons, you can do so by clicking here or click on the image of the new cover above. It has an Amazon.com rating of 4.2 stars! The reviews are definitely worth checking out!
The wonderful and talented Julie Nicholls is Jen’s cover artist and she can be contacted through Facebook or you can email her to request that she works her magic for you too.
So on to the good stuff 🙂 the book, Falling Angels, will be released on the 17th of June, so mark that day in your calendar! And here’s what you have to look forward to:

What’s worse than losing your job? How about losing your life, your home, and everything familiar? I just wanted to work. What did I get in return? A long fucking fall with a sudden stop.
Stranded on earth with little hope for survival and an eternity of banishment ahead of me, I did the only thing I knew—I worked the jobs I could. Until I realized I’d been replaced. Then I got mad.
Eleven thousand years of fighting for my destiny had me broken, bitter, and ready to just give up. And then my best friend blew up Fort Worth and screwed the entire universe in the process. Now I have to save his ass from everyone including the Guardians.
I hate Guardians—those intrusive vixens replaced me, took over my job, and left me utterly useless. But this one, Lavinia, she’s almost as old as I am and she is starting to get under my skin. I can’t concentrate when she’s around—everything about her mystifies me and why the hell do I remember her from before? She shouldn’t even exist! And certainly not in my memory.

Want to know a little more about Jen? Here’s her bio:

Jen Winters fell in love with paranormal romance after her daughter was born and she needed a way to escape reality for a few minutes a day. She loved it so much she decided to take her own pen to it. The world of the Guardians was developed through deeply irreligious conversations with her father who likes to misinterpret scripture as often as humanly possible and a good dose of did-I-just-read-that-! when looking into ancient near eastern mythology and scripture.

Clearly she’s a gal who knows her stuff! More can be found on Jen’s blog and she’s on Facebook too.

This is one not to be missed guys. I own her other works and you’ll want to check those out too. Jen is a great girl with a big heart and she’s going to be an author to watch. So everyone mark June 17 in your diary and pick up Falling Angels as soon as humanly possible!

Good luck on your adventures,

xSx

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There is so much horror and suffering in the world. I get frustrated when people try to boil down global issues of persecution and terrorism into quick sound bites. But I’m not here to go on a rant about politics or religion.
When I see the stats on these things and hear people talking about genuine human agony in abstract terms I am struck by how insulting and desperately sad it is. We talk about people dying in tens, hundreds, and thousands as though the figures are enough to shock. Yes, they are shocking but that’s not what shocks me.
I think about my life, about the people we see every day, people we know, strangers, friends, it doesn’t matter. But these people, we as people, go about our lives taking everything we have for granted. I hear about death and I wonder at the hopes and dreams that have been shattered. Did that person have dreams of fame and riches, or did they just wish for the safety of their children?
Think about the adverts on the television asking us to donate money to distant countries where children die needlessly every single day, now look at your own children. The parents in those countries love their children as we do, now can you imagine what it would be like to have your child come to you, to say they were thirsty, and the only thing you could give them was water you knew might kill them?
It breaks my heart. There’s no solution. I am not on my high horse here. I don’t do enough. None of us do enough. But it’s pushing on the ocean. We can’t live surrounded by guilt because these things are not about personal guilt.
Things are awful in the world but they always have been and they probably always will be. We’re more aware of atrocities because of our twenty-four hours news access but these things have always happened. But still, it breaks my heart. It’s just so sad on a human level.
I suppose I bring this up because now I’m working hard to achieve my dream. I am so thankful that I have this chance. I can’t tell you what it means to have others embrace my toil. But all I have are words. What I do may be frivolous in larger terms but it is what it is.
So the next time you hear in the news about the death toll, about one side killing the other with no end in sight, try and imagine the faces of the innocent who are gone. They had lives, they had dreams that would never come to fruition, people can be cursed by geography and religion. But we are blessed.
If you have a dream, whatever it is, you have to go out and do your damndest to achieve it because we should all embrace that chance, not everyone gets that chance. Think of the faceless, those suffering, people who just want to live their lives in peace, who want to raise their children, and be happy. We can’t assure our happiness, there are things that happen outside of our control, but if you can change it then change it.
Be empowered. Get out into the world. Free yourself of the constraints that hold you back. If you have an unhappy life, take stock. If you have a dream you have not achieved, or not attempted, try a little bit every day to move forward. Encourage those you love. Hug your children. Know every day that you are alive and take half a minute, not every day, not all day, just thirty little seconds to think about those you know, those you have lost, those gone from this world who we never had the chance to know.
We are so insignificant in this immense universe but that does not mean we are unimportant. But nor are those without chance and opportunity to make something, anything, of their lives.
I could go on and on about this, about taking control of yourself, about acting in spite of the fear, but I’d bore you all to tears! This post isn’t meant to be a lecture but now that I’ve written it I don’t want it to go unread. Each of us have to see the luck that we have and try to minimize any negativity.
Be kind, because it’s all any of us can be. Maybe if we each push just a little bit, just a tiny bit every day, the ocean will move. It’s worth a try, what’s the alternative?

Good luck on your adventures,

xSx