Welcome to YA Reader Week! There's going to be some seriously fun posts around the interwebs this week, and I'm happy to be hosting five awesome authors here! Today we're talking man crushes, and if you're curious what I'd pick, check it out here! Today we have Sasha Hibbs:
Man Crush Monday:
Oh shoot! I’m in the middle of a series with the first two out and the third slated for release Sept 26th. I’ve got 3 leading males.
No worries, though! This isn’t a love quadrangle ☺ I simply feature a different leading male in each title.
Book 1 of the Vulcan Legacies, Black Amaranth:
Michael Blackwell: Sweet Michael. He’s the boy next door raised up right by his grandmother and happens to be secretly in love with Ally Watson, girl next door also known as Azrael aka the Angel of Death. Why do I love Michael? He’s swoon-worthy in a good guy-always-does-the-right-thing-sacrifices-for-the-girl-he-loves kind of guy. He’s my ultimate man crush!
Meet Michael: (Teaser one from Black Amaranth)
Ally couldn’t budge. “Michael?” She looked up, knowing he
would fix this, but when she met his eyes, her breath caught in the
back of her throat. Heat spread up through her face as his blue eyes
bored into hers. The Michael staring at her now wasn’t looking at her
as friends look at one another, but as something much different: as a
man who looks, really looks, at a woman.
(Teaser two from Black Amaranth)
Belle placed herself in front of Michael, blocking Ally and
said, “Mr. Blackwell, for a human, you are a curious thing. Even the
most powerful of us wouldn’t rush off into the arms of Death.”
“With all due respect, ma’am, her name is Ally, and that’s
who she’ll always be to me,” Michael said as he looked down at Belle
Crow. They sized each other up, their gazes intense.
Belle stepped in closer to Michael, tilting her head to one side
and narrowing her eyes as she said, “We might all be saved yet, boy.”
And then she stepped to the side and allowed him to pass by her.
Book 2 of the Vulcan Legacies series, Black Abaddon:
Marik, Prince Regent of the Nosferatu Nation: Marik is the silent hero in book 2 that sneaks up on you and grabs your bleeding heart. Why do I love Marik? Because he’s the devil-in-disguise-turned-angel-in-disguise-makes-you-want-to-wrap-him-in-your-arms-and-make-everything-better-for-his-broken-heart kind of guy. He’s my total dark and deadly man crush!
Meet Marik: (teaser one from book 2, Black Abaddon)
Ally didn’t move away as Marik scooted across the cell floor
closer to her. The only things separating them were the thick steel
bars. Ally truly had no fear left. It was simply gone.
“Was there truth to anything you ever said to me? Or was it
the Devourer the entire time masked as you?” Ally asked.
Marik reached through the bars, gently brushing his fingertips
against Ally’s hand.
She didn’t jerk away. She looked down to where his skin
touched hers. Ally looked back up, as a single crimson red tear slid
down his cheek.
“The Authority help me, but I never lied about the way I felt
and still feel about you.”
(Teaser two from Black Abaddon)
He rested his forehead against hers, one hand cupping her face, the other
firmly pressed into the small of her back. He whispered, “I love you.”
Ally brought his lips crashing down on hers. She was lost. The
world was coming to an end, the thunderous cracks of earthquakes
shattering the ground below. She clung to Marik for dear life, gave
him everything she had, holding nothing back.
Marik cupped the back of her head, his fingers through her
hair, his lips moving over hers in a rapturous kiss. In that moment, in
that very kiss, they both gave into their pain, their hurt, their longing.
They gave each other everything they had, two broken souls seeking
each other out for the end of the world.
Book 3 of the Vulcan Legacies series, Black Atonement: (Coming Sept 26th!)
David Howels, recently turned Nashoba aka werewolf: Dave, my sweet, sweet, Dave. He’s the fun loving, goofy guy who met with a terrible fate that left him jaded and in the arms of a girl who has forced him to hate her. No pressure there for her to be the one to fix him. Why do I love Dave? Because he’s the sweet-innocent-the-world-dealt-him-a-cruel-hand-now-his-shattered-heart-needs-fixed-by-a-hateful-bitch-that-turns-out-to-be-awesome-and-he’s-just-that-perfect kind of guy. Dave undergoes such a transformation in this series, he’s my soul singing man crush.
Meet Dave: (teaser one from book 3, Black Atonement)
“How do you do it?” Dave said, his voice low.
“Do what?” Brandi asked, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
“Turn off your emotions. How do you not care? How do you cope? How did you get this way?” Dave asked.
“I’ve had years of practice,” Brandi said. She wanted so badly to tell Dave the truth, but she couldn’t undo in a few days the damage she’d created over the course of several years.
“How did you turn out like this?” Dave asked.
Brandi lowered herself on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. There were a million answers running around in her head, but she didn’t say anything. There was no point trying to reason with someone who had only ever known her as the damaged Seraph she was. “It’s late, Dave. We need to rest and prepare for the long trip ahead of us tomorrow.”
“I want to know. If you’re going to teach me how to turn off what I’m feeling now so I can be like you, I want to understand how you became like you are,” Dave said.
(Teaser two from Black Atonement)
“Do I know you?” Dave asked, the corners of his lips turning up into a smile.
“Perhaps in a previous life we knew each other,” Brandi said, the truth painful.
“What were we in our previous lives?” Dave asked.
“Hmm…I don’t know,” Brandi said leaning in closer to Dave.
“I know,” Dave said, twirling her out and then bringing her in closer and closer. “I was a composer and you were a ballerina, my little dancer.”
“A ballerina?” Brandi said, arching a brow and smiling at him unconvinced.
“Sure. I wrote music, not just any music, but I strung together sounds and melodies so great, they would have matched Amadeus, and they were written just for you. I can see you, a dress as elegant as the lines of your body. You’re in the distance, a soft spotlight framing your tiny figure, you gliding across the stage gracefully…a little ballerina. My little ballerina,” Dave said, his voice dropping an octave.
Find Sasha online:
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Find Black Amaranth:
Amazon: ebook on Amazon: Evernight Teen
Find Black Abaddon
Amazon: ebook on Amazon
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