5 Things: FATED

Sometimes we have to write a project JUST FOR FUN. This is one of those projects…


Things I love about FATED:

  1. My collaboration partner. She is perfectly amazing, and we had FAR too much fun together.
  2. I’ve always hated the idea that a god would give up everything for a mortal girl, so we wrote what happens when the god is like – Yeah, I love you, but I’m not giving up immortality for you…
  3. ART. I love writing artists – they provide such a fantastic view of the world.
  4. FRIENDS. Cy’s best friend, Curo. (Mercuro, the messenger god) He makes me swoon. And Zarah has a tough-as-nails bestie.
  5. There’s a scene, near the end, that makes me cry EVERY SINGLE TIME. EVERY TIME. But it’s so worth it for the end, and you don’t have to trust me on that 😉


Until you discover the truth in love you will only be half. Until you find the one who makes you whole.

Cassius, the god of love, is stripped of his status and left as a demi-god with a quiver full of arrows and a riddle he’s no closer to solving. When he fell in love with a mortal, he thought he’d broken the curse. But when he chose godhood over the woman he loved, Cassius ended up in servitude to the Sisters of Fate, tormented by his mistakes.

Zarah copes with her abusive past by painting a world that feels more familiar than the one she lives in. Her mind often wanders to a handsome stranger that would sit with her in the dark and relive his deepest heartbreak to ease her own. She paints him again and again, but when her paintings come to life around her, Zarah’s grip on reality begins to slip.

Zarah and Cassius are more deeply intertwined than either of them could have imagined, but it’s not Fate’s plan that threatens their future. With the safety of their loved ones at stake, they might have to sacrifice the one thing they want most…each other.



AJ Brooks is the collaborative efforts of authors Allison Martin (A.I. Martin) and Jolene Perry.

They bonded fast over hair color and complex, bad-a heroines vowing someday to write a book together…they’ve now written three. Their debut FATED, out now.

Together they are two sides of a coin. World and character. Magic and reality. Adventure and romance. Light and dark. Good and evil.

We’ll leave you to figure out which is which.

You can find them talking about their love of strange things and speculative fiction in their Facebook group REALITY TWISTED


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(I’m sending out TWO books this year)

~ Jo

Introduction of THE FEAR LIST

Because this is release week, I feel okay about flooding my blog a bit 😉

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*language warning for you tender-eyed souls*

This is the scene where the fear list is brought up. Hailey has just puked on Kyle’s shoes, and he’s giving her a ride home…

“Your voice is nice,” Hailey said. “Low but not weird low. Smooth. It’s kind of hot. How come you don’t deejay?”

Kind of hot. Oh, God. Too many synapses firing and misfiring. Too many fantasies clogging up the works. Which was fucking idiotic: she’d just been kissing another dude.

I shrugged. “Not my thing.”

She slid her boots onto the dash and I gave her a sideways look. She didn’t even notice, just shimmied and wiggled into a more comfortable position.

“Deejaying’s not your thing or talking’s not your thing?”

I eyed her again. The green bra was sort of ridiculous. Over-the-top and too expected for a lead singer of a girl band. But Jesus, I kept looking at it, like she’d worn it for me. Which was stupid. And not that my opinion mattered, but the day in the studio, when she wasn’t all done up, she was hotter. Of course, she hadn’t been tongue-fucking some random bouncer then.

“Both,” I answered.

“You should have a list. And deejaying your own show should be the first thing on it. Well, that and maybe not freaking out every time someone says something to you. But that’s sort of too general for the list. Deejaying is a very specific fear.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She stomped her boot on the dash.

“Jesus, take it easy, will you?” Mom didn’t have the money to fix the car if Drunk Hailey broke it. I didn’t want to be a dick, but I was doing her a favor and the least she could do was not break the car.


“S’okay. So you were saying?”

“Oh my God, haven’t I told you about the list? Shit. Of course not. We don’t talk. Well, we’re talking now, but we’re just acquaintances. Only my close friends and the moms know about it.”

The list. Did I really want to know about the list?

“But maybe we’ll be good friends now because I puked on your shoes and shit like that brings people closer.”

I laughed, surprised. “Keep telling yourself that.”

She grinned at me. “I knew I could get you to laugh. So anyway, the list. It’s this thing I started last year. My moms wanted me to do it. Write down all the things I was afraid of and then start tackling them.”

“Huh.” Weird. Nothing my mom would ever suggest or, honestly, even care about. Her lists were very specific: buy toilet paper, take out trash, pick up my Xanax…

“Yeah, I know. It’s kinda dumb, but it’s sort of a rush when you actually do something on it.”

“What have you done?” I blurted.

“Well, nothing really great so far. But I sang on the radio. And tonight I had my first tongue kiss.”

“Yeah. I caught that. Must have tasted outstanding.”

She chuckled. “I thought you weren’t interested in me?”