Cover Reveal: Inherit! (Plus Dream Cast, Playlist, Excerpt, and a Weekend Sale!)

Friends, noble-readers, lend me your eyes!

I recently gave Inherit its last, best polish, and sent it off for friends and trusted critical eyes to take a look at. While I pace and wait for their alarmed cries of revision, I thought I'd share some stuff! Like...actors who remind me of my main sweeties, a little about the plot, maybe a tiny playlist, and, oh, THE COVER!

I'm not really good at waiting on things, so let's immediately ooh and aah over the cover, designed by Ms. Stephanie Mooney and so gorgeous and spot on perfect, I could cry!

Oooh, ahhh!

So, what's going on in the cover?

Well, the cool, kick ass girl? That's Wren Kochi. She has powers. Crazy powers. Because her parents were both supernatural. Mom was descended from the Valkyrie, and so is a modern shieldmaiden. Dad is from an ancient coven of witches who still live and rule in Japan with their kitsune, or fox familiars. 

Wren lives a pretty normal life until she gets a box in the mail from Japan. A box with something alive in it. When she opens it and sees a fox, she's bummed. Will it be like training a shoe-gnawing puppy? Will it bite her hand off? No and double no. This fox is from an ancient magic line, and she bonds with Wren and helps fulfill all Wren't deepest desires. 

Which isn't nearly as nice as it sounds and is actually uber stressful and burdensome. 

Throw in a few jealous relatives/competing supernaturals, a long lost set of parents with a lot of explaining to do, confused best friends, a beloved grandmother gone suspiciously ill, and one girl with a set of kick ass powers that get stronger everyday, and you have the basics of Inherit.

Oh! WAIT A MINUTE!

This is a Liz Reinhardt opus. What do I love more than strange metaphors and adorable girls who kick ass?

Sigh.

You got it.

Kissing.

Lots of it. And more than kissing. Flirting. Love. Complications. More love.

Enter Jonas Balto. Cool, collected, sexy Jonas who has layers upon layers upon layers. And is maybe a little something more than mortal. Plus he has the most amazing ability to deliver these knee-wavering kisses...

Yes! What is above will all morph into something a little more solid and sensible, which will be my official blurb. 

And, since my characters have been living in my head all this time, Please let me share images of what they look like to me.

This is the lovely Jamie Chung, who is actually Korean-American. Wren is Japanese-American, but Jamie's sweet face, full lips, and gorgeous eyes all scream WREN to me!
And Garrett Hedlund is exactly my idea of tall, light, hella-good-looking Jonas Balto, the object of Wren's affection, and the guy who helps her embrace everything she's about to become. Sigh. Young love ;)!


One of the things I love to do when I write is listen to music that inspires me. Inherit is complicated. There's loss and uncertainty, bitterness and hurt feelings, awesome power and unexpected upset. And tons of making out ;)! So here are the songs that inspired Inherit. All but the last can be linked to on Playlist. The Whitley song was missing, so I gave a YouTube link. Listen and enjoy!



What would a hot blog post/cover reveal BE without a nice kissing excerpt. So gear up for Wren and Jonas's big hot first kiss!! WOOHOO!!

Through all my tears and sadness, I have a sudden, pulsing desire; I want to kiss him. I want to grab him by the shirt, pull him down to my face and press my lips onto his. Everything feels so bad, so confusing. I want to fall into his arms and let him kiss it all away.
But my tears tilt our world off of its axis, and kissing isn’t in our constellations. The minute they start falling, Jonas plays the part of amiable friend, and we head to my room for some logical research with a good four foot perimeter erected around our bodies. Even when I lean over to look at the laptop screen with him, he maintains a physical barrier I can’t crash through, moving away from me like we’re magnets at like poles.
“There’re some books you can order.” His fingers slide over the trackpad and scroll through page after page. “Some of these sites have good information. Do you want me to bookmark them?”
I nod. I want you to kiss me! Kiss me!
He’s hunched over the screen, staring intently.
I don’t want to think about this fox or the magic or the gifts. I don’t want to think, period. Kiss me, Jonas.
He shakes his head at whatever he’s reading and squints, reaching into his chest pocket to take a pair of glasses out.
Jonas! I wish…I wish you would kiss me.
I feel like a coffee mug just out of the dishwasher, warm and empty. Ready for something to fill me. I reach a hand out and smash through the invisible wall. It lands on his leg and breaks the cool spell.
His head snaps up, his gray-blue eyes focused on me like he’s memorizing the curves of my face. Without looking, he slides the laptop to the floor and explodes the bonds that kept us apart. He never breaks eye contact, so I’m not sure how I wind up half on his lap, his mouth an inch from mine.
“I want to kiss you. Bad.” His pupils are so big, his eyes have gone black.
Instead of answering, I push my hands up his chest, over his shoulders, in at his neck. I knit my hands at the base and rub the soft hair at the nape, then pull at him and his mouth eases down and seals over mine.
His lips move on mine like he’s mouthing words, and I press against him, eyes screwed tight until I can’t wait a minute longer. I open my mouth against his fevered lips and flick my tongue along the edges.
Jonas Balto is sitting on my bed. Jonas Balto has his arms tight around me like he’ll never let me go. I’m crushed against him, almost bruised by his enthusiastic hold. I can smell the sharp slice of motor oil, the minty burn of his shave gel, the pure, perfect smell that’s just him, just Jonas.

AND, because this new book is exciting and I want to give back to the lovely readers out there and life is good in general, Double Clutch is on sale for .99 this weekend! Get your lovey teen angst on and spread the news if you so car to!!


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