Wednesday, May 29, 2013

The Chemistry of Fate by Meradeth Houston Feature & Giveaway!

THE CHEMISTRY OF FATE by Meradeth Houston

“They are everywhere, can be anyone, and are always the last person you’d expect.” When Tom stumbles across his grandfather’s journal, he’s convinced the old man was crazier than he thought. The book contains references to beings called the Sary, immortals who are assigned to save humans on the verge of suicide. They certainly aren’t allowed to fall in love with mortals. Which the journal claims Tom’s grandfather did, resulting in his expulsion from the Sary. As strange as the journal seems, Tom can’t get the stories out of his head; especially when he finds the photo of his grandfather’s wings.


Tom’s only distraction is Ari, the girl he studies with for their chemistry class.

Ari has one goal when she arrives in town: see how much Tom knows about the Sary and neutralize the situation. This isn’t a normal job, but protecting the secrecy of the Sary is vital. If Tom is a threat to exposing the Sary to the public, fate has a way of taking care of the situation, usually ending with the mortal’s death. While Ari spends time with Tom, he becomes more than just an assignment, but how far can a relationship go when she can’t tell him who she really is? When she finds out just how much Tom actually knows about the Sary, Ari is forced to choose between her wings, and her heart.

THE CHEMISTRY OF FATE is a companion to COLORS LIKE MEMORIES and is set before the latter takes place. (Check it out on GoodReads!)







Meradeth is giving away a leather journal and a $10 Amazon gift certificate to two lucky winners! Check out the rafflecopter to enter:




Excerpt:


Chapter One

Tom



“They are everywhere, can be anyone, and are always the last person you’d expect.”

I should have said the seat was taken before she sat down. I should have gotten up and moved. But there she was, already getting comfortable, pulling a notebook from her bag. I couldn’t bring myself to be rude enough to switch to another spot.
I was staring; couldn’t help it. She was less than a foot away and fidgeting with her pen. She glanced up and smiled; the kind of grin that made her eyes scrunch and told me she’d probably start talking during class. I looked away.
When she dropped her bag next to her feet, she managed to tip my backpack over in the process. My assortment of pens skittered under the seats ahead of us, hiding behind chair legs and other students’ shoes.
“Oh, sorry!” She hurried to grab what things she could, slender hands reaching under seats to catch pencils and paperclips.
My heart almost stopped when she reached for the journal. Why hadn’t I left the stupid thing at home? Her fingers curled around the edge of the small book, and she paused for a moment to meet my eyes; I hoped she couldn’t see the panic in mine. It hadn’t fallen open, but I didn’t even want her touching my grandfather’s notebook. Or any of my stuff for that matter but especially that.
I snatched it from her outstretched hand, knowing my reaction was going to draw more attention, but I couldn’t help it. I buried it back in my bag.
“Thanks,” I said, taking the small pile of school-related detritus from her. Carefully, I stowed them away, making sure the pens all faced in the same direction.
“No problem. Sorry I dumped it all over the place. These rows are so narrow.” She tried to smile, but it wavered and fell from her lips.
The professor started class with a thump on his microphone, and I turned my attention to his lecture. The only way to keep up in this class was to write down everything and pray it all fit together later. It was going to be a miracle if I passed chemistry this semester. Normally science classes were my strong point, but the way this class was taught made it seem like some foreign language with no translation.
After half an hour, the professor had to hunt through his papers for some missing notes, leaving us all hanging half-way through an explanation. My eyes wandered to my bag and the slight bulge the old book made, reminding me it was still there, still confusing me.
I should have left it at home, but leaving it behind didn’t feel right. It bugged me, kind of like the feeling that maybe I’d left my stove on. So I carried it around, taking it out when I had a minute, trying to decipher the meaning of what my grandfather wrote.
It didn’t help that every word it contained unnerved me.


About the author:


Meradeth’s never been a big fan of talking about herself, but if you really want to know, here are some random tidbits about her:

>She’s a Northern California girl, but now lives and teaches anthropology in Montana.
>When she’s not writing, she’s sequencing dead people’s DNA. For fun!
>She’s been writing since she was 11 years old. It's her hobby, her passion, and she’s so happy to get to share her work!
>If she could have a super-power, it would totally be flying. Which is a little strange, because she’s terrified of heights.

76 comments:

  1. I have kept a journal for many years since there is so much to life that is important and may be forgotten. saubleb(at)gmail(dot)com

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  2. I have never kept a journal. I'm not a very wordy person.

    lkish77123 at gmail dot com

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  3. I did in my early teens. I wrote in it at least once a day if not several times. It was all mostly how my life sucks, nobody understands me, like a handwriten Twilight book. :)
    Mary G Loki

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    1. lol! I think you just won the most amusing answer to this question :)

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    2. lmao well ty! :D Unlike Stephanie I didn't get millions for it :(

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  4. Beautiful cover! I did used to keep a journal when I met my first love. I had to write down all of the memories, when we saw each other etc. etc. He ended up being an ass and too bad I didn't see it early on!

    Thanks for the great giveaway,
    Marlena

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    1. At least you had good documentation for what to look out for in the future? :)

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  5. I kept a journal when I was in grade school & middle school. I don't have the time for it now.

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    1. That's cool that you were able to when you were younger :)

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  6. yes I keep a journal. I have been writing in journals for about 8 yrs. I love journaling everyday.
    vikki.billings@yahoo.com

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  7. I used to when I was younger and kind of fell away from it. I'd like to get back to it

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  8. No I have not kept a journal before.

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  9. I did in middle and high school. I do it now, but often don't have time for it.

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  10. Yes, I kept one in middle and high school.

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  11. I kept one a very long time ago.

    rhoneygtn at yahoo dot com

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  12. Many many years ago and then I burned it.

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    1. I've heard this from a lot of people--seems to be a theme :/

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  13. I haven't kept a journal before, but kind of wish I had.
    pjgirl74 at aol dot com

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  14. I did when I was younger but my ex-husband found it, read it, didn't like what it said and burned it. One of the reasons that he is my ex. (Roxann)

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  15. Years ago I did.
    Thanks so much.
    rickpeggysmith(at)aol(dot)com

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  16. I have kept a journal for a few years a couple of different times, but not recently.

    abfantom at yahoo dot com

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  17. I never kept a journal. I did have a diary when I was 13/14 but that didn't last long due to having a younger, snooping sister.

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  18. Still do :)

    ktgonyea at gmail.com

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  19. I try on occasion but cant get the habit going

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  20. No I never have. But it would be nice to start. Something my children can read one day after I'm gone.

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  21. I used to but need to start again as it was very therapeutic.

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  22. I kept one when I was in high school. Thank you

    candieluster(at)gmail(dot)com

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  23. I have kept a journal at times - would like to start again.
    Thankyou.

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  24. No, I would always worry about someone finding it

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  25. Not a traditional journal...but I keep a garden journal off and on

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  26. I kept a journal when was in my early teens, but i didnt continue with it.. thanks for the giveaway!!

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  27. Yes, in High School. I really enjoyed it.
    Thanks for the chance.
    mogrill12@gmail.com

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  28. I have off and on over the years.

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  29. I did when I was younger on and off.
    ericacarnes(at)gmail(dot)com

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  30. I kept a journal for an english class in college but have not kept one since.

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  31. yes I have when I was younger

    cathycasper@hughes.net

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  32. I used to keep one, but I haven't in years.

    Les Johnson
    katja9_10 at hotmail dot com

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  33. i couldnt read or write when i was younger so i couldnt keep a journal but i tried i wrote loopy scribbles trying to pretend i was writing in script

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  34. yes when the kids were small
    vmkids3 at msn dot com

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  35. Absolutely, I do a daily inventory in a journal. It's hysterical and humbling to look back at some of my crap.

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  36. I've had a journal for years.

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  37. Thanks for the giveaway…I keep a weekly journal.

    Rafflecopter: Bryan E.

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  38. No, I have never kept a journal

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  39. No
    Thanks for the contest.

    slehan at juno dot com

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  40. nope never kept a journal - regnod(at)yahoo(d0t)com

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