The Yellowblown™ Eruption Begins Today –
New Release!
J. Hughey chose the release date of her new
New Adult contemporary romance to correspond with the date of the eruption of
the Yellowstone volcano in her story, an event that will turn her lead
character’s world on its head as the series progresses. The first book, Eruption, gives a glimpse of Violet Perch’s
college life and the unavoidable changes she endures when things get seriously
messed up for the North American continent. If you didn’t know North America is
a continent, you’ll learn a few more geeky facts while enjoying Violet’s story.
Plus, keep reading to get a chance to win some swag!
Here’s the blurb for Eruption, which will be on sale for 99 cents for a short time:
I’m in the middle of the perfect college
semester, hundreds of miles from Mom, with an awesome roomie and my freshman
crush finally becoming a sophomore reality—Hotness! I’m figuring out calculus,
I’ve got both hands on the handlebars and the wind of freedom in my hair. What
on earth could slow my roll?
How about if the Yellowstone volcano erupts
for the first time in 630,000 years, spewing a continuous load of ash (crap)
all over North America? Think that’ll put a kink in my bicycle chain?
Make that kinks, plural, because here’s a scientific fact I’ll bet you didn’t
know. Nothing ruins the perfect semester like a super caldera. Now that I’ve
made you smarter today, maybe you can tell me how to keep my life cruising in
the right direction—no to Mom, yes to roomie, double yes to Hotness!—during a
global disaster?
My lame name is Violet and, in the interest
of full disclosure, I’m not hanging from the side of a cinder cone on the last
page of this trauma, but there’s definitely more to come. Unless, of course,
humans become extinct and then there’s not. Duh.
Eruption is on sale for 99 cents. It’ll jump up to $2.99 soon so grab your copy
now!
Enjoy an excerpt from the day the eruption
starts:
“You’re starting to freak me out,” I said.
Boone looked like he was going to tell me someone had died, but he didn’t know
anyone in my family, and surely the Dean of Students would not give him the
responsibility of passing on bad news after three weeks of talking.
“Sorry,” he said. “I can’t decide if I’m
freaked out or not.” He took a deep breath. “Yellowstone is erupting.”
I stared at him, not a flicker of
comprehension illuminating my dim-bulb mind. Nothing. “Yellowstone? The place
with the, umm, geysers?” Obviously I’d heard of Yellowstone, never been there,
not sure I could place it on a map in the murky part of the U.S. between where
I lived and Hollywood.
“Yeah. Yellowstone sits over a hotspot
that’s been around for millions of years.”
“Instead of steaming it’s now erupting? As
in lava erupting?” We’d covered igneous rocks in a very general way already so
I knew hot liquefied rock below the ground was called magma and, when it
erupted, became lava.
“Dr. Potter says nobody knows what it’s
doing. It blew this morning. I mean explosively blew. All the local sensors
went offline. Satellite pictures show a big brown cloud of dust. Like two
hundred miles across.”
Boone’s voice shook a fraction. I put my
hand on his forearm. He sat back so he could hold it in his.
I asked, “Do you have friends out there, or
family?”
“Not close. Dr. Potter knows I’m from
Nebraska. He asked me where—made me point to it on a map. He said my family
might want to stockpile supplies, or better yet, leave.” He paused, prompting
me to scoot to the edge of my seat. “My house is nine hundred miles away from
Yellowstone, Violet.”
“Are you serious?”
“He says if it does anything close to what
it’s done in the past, thirty percent of the U.S. is pretty well screwed.”
I rifled through my bag to find my tablet.
“Show me,” I said. “I need to see a map or something.”
“C’mon,” he said. He took me to Dr.
Potter’s office. The professor ignored us. He jabbed his finger at his cell
phone to enter a text message. The screen of his laptop glowed with a cascade
of open program windows, and his iPad bonged with an incoming email tone. His
finger did not pause when Boone led me to an ancient roller-shade map of the
US.
“Yellowstone is here. Dr. Potter drew this
red circle this morning.”
That’s
not coming off any time soon, I thought as I
studied the thick line of scarlet Sharpie.
“The last eruption basically obliterated
everything within this oval.”
“When?”
“Six hundred thirty thousand years ago,” Dr.
Potter muttered. His trendy rectangular glasses sat askew on his nose. He swept
his hand toward his laptop’s screen in a disgusted now-look-what-you’ve done
gesture. I circled around his desk to see images more current than the one
offered by the cartographic fossil on the wall.
A dark mess of chocolate pudding plopped in
the midst of the whipped topping clouds of a satellite loop. The mass burgeoned
over the northwestern U.S., dry pudding mix edges caught and swept east by the
prevailing winds.
Anyone with a grandpa who blares Weather
Watcher on the TV all day knows weather moves east.
Apparently, crap shot into the air by
Yellowstone moves east, too.
END OF EXCERPT
Go get it while it’s 99 cents!
About The Author
J. Hughey knows what a girl wants.
Independence. One or two no-matter-what-happens friends.A smokin’ hot romance.A
basic understanding of geological concepts. Huh? Okay, maybe not every girl is into geology, but J.
Hughey is, and in the Yellowblown™ series she combines her passion for a
timeless love story with her interest in geeky stuff to help Violet Perch get a
life, despite an ongoing global catastrophe.
J. Hughey also writes historical romance as
Jill Hughey.
If you want a chance to win some Eruption swag—your choice of a necklace,
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