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Happy 2012 and Friday the 13th, Reavers! One of the biggest perks to my job is being able to read a book in advance, which I will be doing with a DOUBLETAKE galley over the weekend. I also often get to see how the artwork is going to look from front-to-back on these books when I receive a book flat, which Rob was kind enough to send along with the galley. SO! For Friday the 13th, I thought I’d share a little love… I’ve scanned in the book flat for you all to ogle. By the way, the silver lettering is raised, silver foil. It. Is. WICKED HOT. Enjoy this little peek at what’s coming for you on March...

Well…what do you think, Reavers?

Hell-Oh, Reavers! Just a quick note to let you know that you’ve got Ms. Jayda quite busy tallying the bazillion comments you contributed to the All Hallow’s Dead Contest! We will be drawing three winners. The goal is to announce our Lucky Trio on Friday. Thanks for such a great turn-out! Oh, and for making me crave every single Halloween candy on the market – as if my choccie addiction wasn’t bad enough already. xoxo, Jayda

Cal: “Time to get the hell out of here before I do shoot you,” I grumbled, dropped the purple stained apron to the floor, and grabbed my jacket. “I’m going home, apologizing to my brother, doing my and his laundry both and then I’m not leaving the apartment for six months. If it’s the only way to be sure I don’t end up half dying and then waitressing for a hundred days when I recover, then that’s what I’ll do.” Was the Misha guy worried? Of course not, the bastard. “I’ll be fine,” he dismissed. “Maybe I’ll build a personal force field, one that repels bullets, out-of-control trucks, and collapsing buildings. Any project that keeps me away from building...

Misha: Cal looked morose and guilt-stricken over causing his brother all that anguish. Fortunately, besides getting kidnapped at the age of seven…theoretically and it wouldn’t be my fault anyway no matter the theory or reality of it…I didn’t cause my brother any anguish. I dug a fluffernut sandwich out of my bag, a little squashed from the C4, and opened the plastic. “He does need some work, Miss Terrwyn. Between all the maiming, moping, and pretending to be a monster…” I shook my head and took a bite of the sandwich, chewed and swallowed. “Ruffles. He wore ruffles. And he has a pair of leopard spotted furry handcuffs. He’ll lie and say they belong to someone else, but who...

Cal: He’d given me a bigger bratwurst, he wasn’t afraid of me, he actually was excited I was a monster. I’d almost grown not to loathe him…which for me is willing to die for someone. Now I changed my mind. “A waitress?” Misha repeated, looking at his bag full of C4 and my autograph as if suddenly the last one wasn’t as valuable as he thought. “Hold on there, sugar. I have proof. Miss Terrwyn always backs up her word.” She gave him a bit of a smile. I had a feeling it was something most ladies did—part of the genetic experimentation. You just wanted to like the kid. Even if he didn’t deserve it. Waitress. Like that had...

Cal: I hated him. I didn’t have a problem hating people younger than me. So he was nineteen at best. I hated him and right now I was hating Niko and Robin for drugging me and dumping me here. They kept on and on about interventions and meetings and blah blah. Then Goodfellow gave me a beer and I wake up handcuffed and worse. Then I try gating out of the restraints, which I hadn’t tried before, and end up gating out of everything, naked in front of some guy who was twirling a pair of Robin’s furry handcuffs around his finger and smiling and it damn sure wasn’t a sympathetic smile. It wasn’t a mean smile either, but…shit…more...

Misha: New York was a good place to hide. Lots of people, but I still preferred hiding in small towns. Bad guys…ummm…badder guys than Stefan and me were easier to spot and doing a background check on everyone including the town pet moose, Mickey…Mickey the Moose—I named him. That wasn’t exactly pertinent to the situation, but I did have a file on him regarding him kicking an overweight mailman the next town over and destroying twenty-five garbage cans in search of food that tasted better than grass. It seemed logical to me. I’d rather have a Big Mac than a mouthful of chlorophyll.

Be sure to watch all the way to the end, even after the short credits sequence...there's an epilogue you will not want to miss - much like the actual book!

Psssst… hello, everyone! I’m Jayda, Rob’s new web-geek. Yes, I’m up in the wee hours of the morning, working behind-the-scenes to do whatever I can to help BASILISK take over the world on August 2nd. Although… it kinda looks like Cal beat me to it! I’m trying to one-up him, I guess. *mischievous glances* Anyway, I finally got an actual fan page up for Rob on Facebook so that she can get all the “Likes” her work deserves. In all honesty, I kinda did it for myself… I get really annoyed when I want to “Like” my favorite author and realize she doesn’t have a fan page – no pretty thumbnail for...