Hey, Guys! I have some fabulous new Going Under T-Shirts for $15. They are a Ladies cut in Light Jade Green with Black Ink. I have sizes Small through XXL.

I also have Autographed Paperbacks for $10.

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$3 for books
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If you order one while I'm at The Decatur Book Festival (Now through Monday, Sept 3rd), please note it will be Tuesday, September 4th before I am to process your order.

What's the ordering process?

1. Email me at authorgeorgiacates@gmail.com
2. Tell me your quantities and sizes and your Paypal email address for billing
3. I will send you an invoice via Paypal
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It's that easy.

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It's Amy Bartol Week at Supa Gurl Book Blog. 

Amy will be having some awesome posts this week about 
The Premonition Series. 
Go check it out and give the girl some love.

My name is Evie Claremont and this was to be the making of me--my freshman year of college. I had been hoping that once I had arrived on Crestwood's campus, the nightmare that I've been having would go away. It hasn't.

I may be an inexperienced seventeen-year-old, but I'm grounded...sane. Since meeting sophomore Reed Wellington, however, nothing makes any sense. Whenever he is near, I feel an attraction to him--a magnetic kind of force pulling me towards him. I know what you're thinking...that sounds fairly awesome. Yeah, it would--if he liked me, but Reed acts as if I'm the worst thing that's ever happened to Crestwood...or him. But, get this, for some reason every time I turn around he's there, barging into my life.

What is the secret he is keeping from me? I'm hoping that it is anything but what I expect: that he is not exactly normal...and neither am I. So maybe Crestwood won't be the making of me, but it could be the breaking of me. I have been left to wonder if the dark future my dream is foretelling is...inescapable.

I don’t open my eyes so I can’t see him, but I can smell him. He thickens the air I breathe, choking me with his scent…his aroma. I shiver. I have to resist. If I’m not strong, then I will be relegated to the same fate as this predator whose sickness infects me even now. But now, I crave him and he knows that; he has been counting on my need to end the gnawing pain. How he would savor my surrender. I’m alive, but how much longer will it take until I beg him not to be?

I hang my head in sorrow for just a moment when I know I am truly alone. I feel like I’m going to my execution, just as he had said. Then I move forward again. I hop a fence of fieldstone and cross a field dotted with Queen Anne’s lace. Goose bumps rise on my arms as I pass the cluster of windmills that I have seen in a dream. The scent is sweet in the field though, not the scent of heat, like it had been when it was forced upon me in visions. I gaze down the hill, beyond the small, whitewashed house that I knew would be there. The church looms dark and grim with its rough-hewn, timber façade, capped by tall, oblong spires reaching to the sky. Black, ominous clouds have collected above the roofline, as if Heaven is showing me the way.

"Wide Awake" is an Adult Contemporary Novel 
and I can't wait to see how Shelly puts her special touch on it.

Woop Woop!

Samantha Young, one of my fellow Indie authors, is releasing her latest contemporary romance on September 6th. It's titled "On Dublin Street" and she is having a rather wonderful giveaway in honor of its release. A Kindle Touch is up for grabs, so you might want to check it out.

Okay, Ladies and Some Gents (Maybe),

I met Michelle Leighton about 6 weeks ago at UtopYA Con and we were discussing our works. (Funniest person I've ever met, BTW...) She told me about this book and I was immediately drawn like a moth to a flame and knew I HAD to read it. Boy, she did not disappoint.  I absolutely loved it and I also absolutely love her. 

If you'd like to participate in my cover reveal for

Blood Doll
The Vampire Agape Series #3 

Please contact Heather at: supagurltours@gmail.com

A fan of Going Under recently asked (pleaded with puppy dog eyes) for me to release a teaser from Nick's POV and this is me giving in. Hope you enjoy!

Nick- (Unedited)

When I got out of the car, a congratulatory crowd rushed toward me and I was so bombarded I couldn’t find Payton in the sea of faces. I searched the crowd, but knew she wouldn’t be pushing through to get to me, so I shoved my way toward Dane since I suspected that was where she would be and I was right.

She saw me coming and tried to escape by mixing into the crowd, but I was faster. With her back turned to me, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close until her back was pressed against my chest. In her hellaciously tall heels, her ear was level with my mouth and I leaned forward to whisper, “Not so fast, Doll Face. We had a bet and you owe me.”

God, she smelled great. It was some kind of fruity mix I couldn’t identify so I placed my nose in her hair and breathed in deeply, but then I quickly pulled away because she peered over her shoulder at me. “First of all, it’s Payton, not Doll Face. And secondly, you misrepresented yourself when you made that bet with me. You did not tell me you were Nick Hawke, therefore you tricked me into making that wager.”

“I may not have told you who I was, but there was no trickery involved. I would have given you your two-hundred bucks if I had lost. This was an upstanding bet whether you like it or not, so are you going to give me the night you owe me?

I decided I faired a better chance of her feeling guilty and saying ‘yes’ if she was looking me in my eyes, so I spun her around to face me. “Tonight works for me.”

She dropped her face, but I watched it closely as she thought about her answer. I saw a hint of a smile and then she lifted her eyes to mine. Just as she opened her mouth to give me her verdict, I felt Samantha’s arms snake around my waist again.

“Hey, Hawke. You ready to go so I can give you your grand prize?” Samantha blurted out and then not so innocently added, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Who’s your friend here?”

I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut tightly. I might not know Payton well, but that wasn’t a requirement for me to predict that Samantha had just blown this for me.

“Hello, my name is Justa Leavin’ so feel free to throw your grand prize up on Poppycock here,” Payton scoffed before she shook her head in disgust and walked away.

It was probably useless to attempt any kind of damage control after what Samantha just pulled, but I couldn’t help myself. Payton Archer wouldn’t be swayed easily so I had my work cut out for me, but I was prepared to do it because I was going to have my night with her.

End of Excerpt

That's all folks!