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People put a lot of stake in promises. Swear an oath, make a pledge, take a vow — you'd better be good to your word. If you've ever been on the receiving end of a broken promise, you don't enter into them lightly.

Only promises can be tricky. Situations change, making a pledge impossible to keep. Or a promise gets lost in the maze of memory. Or loses its purity and becomes a responsibility — a "should." In my perfect world, there's no such thing as "should."

Especially when it comes to love.

Which is what SWEAR is all about.

Okay, maybe not all. The novel revels in ghosts and gods, friends and fiends, abduction and seduction, music and madness and a twisted, tangled mystery. But at its core, SWEAR ponders why we swear our love.

No doubt, it's an instinctive urge. Love is so huge, so vital, and in a way so scary, it's natural to say: "Promise you won't break my heart. Promise you'll never leave me. Promise to love me forever." Yet as the characters in SWEAR ultimately discover, love is a gift, not an obligation. Love is a risk, not a duty. Love is to be cherished and respected and fought for, but in no way beholden to our will. Love is more powerful than our intention and beyond our control.

Love is magic, and there's only one crucial ingredient for magic:

Belief.

Believe that you're worthy of this magic and it will come to you. Believe that you're capable of giving this magic, and do so—an equal bliss. Feel it. Share it. Believe, and enjoy!

To swear is human. To believe, sublime.

IT'S ABOUT A MONTH TILL SWEAR, the sequel to SWOON, arrives in hard cover glory and I'm starting to get seriously excited. One big reason is the whole lot of advance love coming this way. DARK FAERIE TALES (http://darkfaerietales.com/) and PARAJUNKEE'S VIEW (http://www.parajunkee.com/), for instance, are giving SWEAR anticipatory action, so indulge your desires and check them out. If you haven't yet delved these blogs, know that they place the paranormal in ultra high regard, and their coverage is ingenious —events, contests, et cetera that are the products of some beautifully twisted minds! Sinclair Youngblood Powers is about to compete in the "Supernatural Smackdown" — and has been busy exercising (not to be confused with exorcising) his seduction skills in preparation.

What's more, starting 9/19, the incredible NOVEL NOVICE kicks off a month-long "Countdown to SWEAR" event. Every day, the site that brings you the best of YA in a smart, stylish, unique way will offer tidbits of appetite-whetting SWEAR news, reviews, trivia and (of course) contests. An author interview is also in the works—and who better to ask the questions than SWOONIES themselves? If you reveled in SWOON, can't wait for SWEAR and have been wondering what the #$^@*&(! is up with Sin, Dice, Pen, Ruby, et al post your questions here:

http://novelnovice.com/2011/08/18/sen...

If not for readers like you, SWOON wouldn't be where it is today—in it's 10th printing and enticing SWOONIES in translation all over the planet. Your support means so much—and in effort to keep you amused and alarmed (as if the twists and turns of SWEAR won't be enough), there are big changes coming to ninamalkin.com. Design diva Denise Biondo is helping upgrade the site with new stuff. It's all set to premier soon— and while I'll save details for a later blargh, I will say that the most fantastic addition can be summed up in one name: Rony Corcos. Who's she? Google her now or wait till I turn you on officially. Either way, your ears, heart and soul will thank you — I SWEAR!

Gorgeous! Breathtaking! Freaking amazing! And my personal favorite: OOOOHHH!!! Just some of the reactions sent by Swoonies on my mailing list when I shared a sneak peek at the cover of SWEAR, the sequel to SWOON. I gotta agree—and can without coming off conceited since I had absolutely nothing to do with the design. (That would be the enormously talented Cara Petrus at Simon & Schuster. Hail, Cara!)

Since SWOON arrived in the spring of 2009, I've been bombarded by reader questions, the most insistent being: Will there be a sequel? Now, with the cover of SWEAR on my hot little computer, I actually believe there will be. Which leads me to the subject of this blargh: To address a number of pressing issues about SWOON, SWEAR and the novels' sorta-kinda hero, SINCLAIR YOUNGBLOOD POWERS. You asked, so here I go…

When will SWEAR be out?
The exact date? Dunno. But S&S say late August, early September.

What? Waaaahhh! Why so %$^@! long?
Actually, there's a good reason. SWOON was a risky venture. It's not your typical by-the-numbers paranormal novel, it deals frankly with sexual matters, and there might even be a word or two requiring a dictionary consult. So before committing to a sequel, the publisher wisely wanted to see how SWOON did. Well, it did okay. It's currently in something like its tenth printing, popping up all over the world from Turkey to Brazil. And whom do I have to thank for that? YOU!!! Readers who longed to be challenged as well as entertained, who could fall for a torn and twisted guy like Sin and champion a heroine like Dice. You who love SWOON made SWEAR possible.

Yeah. Great. Then I had to write it…

What happened to Sin at the end of SWOON?
I get this question a lot. Too bad I still can't answer it. Neither can he…exactly. The subject of Sin's disappearance is certainly addressed in SWEAR, but the universe is a mysterious place. Sometimes we mere mortals go through stuff we can't fully explain, so imagine the experiences of a ghost-turned-golem. Trippy. And as you'll discover in SWEAR, Sin's not the only one to vanish into thin air.


But he will be back?!
Yes. Of course. Absolutely. Although he's…changed. So has Dice. And Pen? Let me just tell the Swoonie who wondered if that's meant to be Pen on the cover of SWEAR, unequivocally, no. What Sinclair Youngblood Powers did in the town of Swoon that fateful autumn left virtually no one unscathed.

Still, that has very little bearing on what goes down this time around.

Which begs the question: What's SWEAR about?
It's not polite to tease, but I can't give away too much. I will say that the story opens with Dice doing a decent job dealing with Sin's abandonment—except for the deep and abiding sense that he's not really gone. Then she gets distracted by a different presence, a spirit driven by dark, destructive motives she cannot fathom. But she's got to figure it out. Fast. Since as the cover hints: Some love bonds. Some love destroys.

How about a sample of SWEAR?
Soon, I swear! In the coming months, there'll be an excerpt on ninamalkin.com. Plus, advanced reader copies as well as e-galleys will be made available by S&S for qualifying reviewers. And of course I'll do contests and giveaways and such, so if you're a book blogger who'd like to do an event with SWEAR around its pub date, please hit me with your ideas. Like I mentioned, if not for readers like you, SWEAR wouldn't exist. For a wordy woman, I'm stymied to express just how much your support means…

Yeesh, I'm getting sappy so I'd better sign off….

SWOON on!

Swoonie shout-outs to everyone who entered the SWOON & SHADOW HILLS contest last month. You guys rocked me and author Anastasia Hopcus with your tales summer and back-to-school moments. But we had to choose, and so we (painfully) did. Below, read the stories that won signed copies of SWOON & SHADOW HILLS...


THESE SUMMER STORIES WON SWOON!


When you school year-round, summers tend to bleed into the rest of the year. But this year was special. This year, I went on my first family vacation ever. I had been on vacation before, but it had always been with other people, friends, extended family, what have you. This summer though, in fact, only a few weeks ago, not only did I get to go on a vacation with my immediate family, I got to actually leave the country (something I've only done once before). The second week of September, I went on a Caribbean cruise with my mom, dad, and sister. Since we booked the cruise in mid 2009, we had been counting down to that week for quite a while. When it finally came around, we were all beyond ready for a break.
When we boarded the boat on Sunday, I was ready for my week off, and then, before we had even left the harbor, a waiter spilled a tray of pink drinks on my white shorts. I thought, it's okay, he'll give us our drinks for free and then I'll go to the room and change. So, that's what I did, or tried to do. When I got to my room, my luggage wasn't there yet. It didn't show up until 8 o'clock that night! The only thing I could think was that this was an omen. The rest of the trip would be awful. I'm so glad I was wrong. By the second day I had forgotten all about the sticky shorts. We went on to spend two days at see before docking in Montego Bay, Jamaica. In Jamaica we took a shuttle to Ocho Rios and climbed Dunns River Falls, this amazing waterfall in the jungle. It was one of the most exhilarating days of my life. The next day we were in Grand Cayman where we went snorkeling at the coral gardens and Barrier Reef and watched my dad and sister kiss sting rays at Sting Ray City Sand Bar. Our final day on land was spent in Cozumel, Mexico where we decided to just do the touristy thing and shop for souvenirs and go to a kitschy restaurant where everyone wore sombreros. We had one more day at sea and then we were back in Texas and none of us were ready to get off the boat. Over the course of the trip we had become fast friends with three waiters working in the dining room where we had dinner every night. Not only did I get to experience the different cultures of some of the islands in the Caribbean, I also got to learn about our new friends cultures, those of Peru, Latvia, and Indonesia. We all cried when we had to say goodbye, but I still get to talk to them every once in a while when they can access email. So this summer will bleed into fall, but I'll drag it out as long as possible.

This summer, I was going to spend my summer at Duke University doing their Creative Writing Workshop, but then I found out that they don't take teenagers with only one year of college. So, I didn't get to spend my summer to do that, I have to wait a whole year. Then, I went with my family to Myrtle Beach, and got yelled at the whole time by my sister and my friend who was suppose to be there for me ended up spending most of her time with my sister and ignoring me, so that was ruined. And then, I come home to my find my schedule for 10 grade has been posted for me to see. Earlier that year I had tried out for chorus and had gotten in Women's Chamber, which is the second highest choir and not many tenth graders get in it's mostly the upperclassmen, but that wasn't on my schedule, instead they had given me Physical Conditioning, which is weight lifting, and I am not a gym person. So, I spent the rest of my summer frustrated, scared that it wouldn't be fixed, annoyed at the idiots who can't seem to make a correct schedule, abd stressed that I had to email my couneslor a hundred times only to find out she can't do anything about it which makes no sense, and that I had to fill out a schedule change request form that may or may not happen. And to top it off, my schedule still wasn't right after that, I had to have 3 schedule changes before it was correct. No summer, is good if you find out you can't do something you were so excited about, that two people who are suppose to be close to you turn their backs on you, and that you can't enjoy you time off of school because your stressing over next year. I spent a whole summer bored and in tears.


THESE BACK-TO-SCHOOL STORIES WON SHADOW HILLS!

When I Was 13 I Went To School In Puerto Rico. The Kids There Were Jealous That I Spoke English And There Was One Girl Who Wanted To Copy My Paper In English Class. I Said No. It Was The First Day Of Ninth Grade And She Put A Giant Wad Of Gum In My Hair!! My Mom Took Me To The Salon To Get It Out. There Was Sooooo Much Gum They Cut My Hair Like Dorothy Hamilton!! And I Have Curly Hair.. So It Looked Even Shorter!! I Wanted To Crawl Under My Bed And Never Go Back!

My worst back to school memory happened last year. At our school, we have a program called Warrior Pride in which juniors and seniors lead the first day of school for the freshman after all other people go home. Last year, I was assigned to lead the freshmen through the ropes course outside. The ropes course was a series of obstacles the students needed to complete, walking across giant skis as a group, lifting classmates through an intricate web, team building things like that. A. The first day of school was HOT. B. Our Warrior Pride shirts were black. C. I had the group of the most unenthusiastic freshmen. D. I heard the phrase "that's what she said" every couple of minutes. Yes, it was a group of "those kids". No amount of my scolding could get them to be appropriate and no amount of cheering could get them to be excited about doing this. One of the activities involves a trust fall and, being the leader, I needed to give the example, trusting them to catch me. They dropped me. Twice. So on top of dripping sweat and being annoyed, my bum was now thoroughly bruised and I was ready to go home, and it wasn't even lunchtime yet. By the time lunch came, we were allowed to go inside, but had to sit and watch the freshmen eat and only after they were finished were we allowed to eat. So add hunger to my list of downfalls. Not a pleasant day, to say the least. Then I come to find out this group of unruly freshmen are the freshmen I will be teaching every month on Warrior Pride days. YAY ME! *note sarcasm*

Surely you're up on SHADOW HILLS by Anastasia Hopcus, a paranormal romance/mystery that takes place at a v. creepy boarding school. Surely you'd love to win one of two copies signed by the brilliant author herself. Your chance is nigh. First, read Anastasia's fascinating interview here, then click on the link at the bottom of this blargh for contest rules and regs (you'll have to share your best or worst back-to-school story, and I know you have one).

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HOW AMAZING to see so many people enter the Novel Novice contest to become a character in SWEAR, the sequel to SWOON. Enormous thanks again to Sara of Novel Novice for hosting this special event as the culmination of SWOON week, and for her help in narrowing the field to a handful of semi-finalists.

All the entrants were awesome, so I knew it would be tough choosing a winner. In fact, it proved impossible. Two entrants offered well-written and thought-provoking answers with attitudes, ideas a...

HAPPY SUMMER SOLSTICE! HERE'S TO ANOTHER SEASON OF SIN! To ensure your weeks ahead are filled with books, I'm giving away to my entire YA oeuvre. One winner at semi-random will receive a copy of my current novel SWOON, as well as 6X: The Uncensored Confessions, 6X: Loud, Fast, and Out of Control, Orange Is the New Pink and, just to put a little chill in your heat, Mistletoe, the novella collection that boasts Melissa de la Cruz, Hailey Abbott and Aimee Friedman as well as yours truly. One run...

SUMMER IS SWOON SEASON—the perfect time to lose it, utterly and completely, to bliss. Ahead, 10 ideas for achieving the SWOON state that have always worked for me.



1) Go skinny-dipping. Not feasible? Do something else naked you'd normally do clothed. Baring all helps you revel in the glory of your own body. Clean your room naked. IM someone naked. Sleep naked. Read naked. Whatever you do, avoid the mirror—this isn't about judging or even admiring yourself; it's about being yourself.
2) Roll do...

Does that dude deserve your rapt attention and emotional investment? To celebrate the paperback release of SWOON, the novel's star-cursed lovers Sin and Dice are here to help you ID if he's a bestie-to-be, a red-hot fling or the real thing.

1. Recently, you felt compelled to tell this guy…
A) What you had for breakfast.
B) That it's impolite to stare.
C) Absolutely everything you've ever thought, felt, dreamed of and believed in.

2. Your beach day gets rained out so…
A) He suggests you go bowling i...

That there device, I hear it's nice,
And yet I crave it less than lice.

It may not be a piece of crap
But I don't want it on my lap.

It may upend the universe
But I won't tote it in my purse.

It may be swell, but here's the rub
I will not take it in the tub.

And yes, I'd rather drop down dead
Than bring a gadget to my bed.

Object of such abject covet—
iPad? No, I do not love it.

I'm a paper person, see.
Go—roll your eyes, bemoan the tree.

Paper's passé but here's the deal:
I love its soft yet grainy feel

No...