Sunday, October 26, 2014

Out of Sync by A. Bin Juran‏: Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway

Today I'm thrilled to be showcasing Out of Sync by A. Bin Juran! Releasing on October 23rd this week, which also happens to be my birthday, Out is Synic promises to be a magical debut :) Below I have a lovely Guest Post from A. Bin Juran, an excerpt from the novel and a fabulous giveaway for not only 5 e-books of the novel in the winners choice of mobi, ePub, or PDF but a $5 Amazon gift card!
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Sometimes you don’t need words to spell disaster—but they sure can help.

I’m a magical misfit I won’t let it define me.
A bolt-zapping disaster magnet.
But at least I’m still trying.
The guy I like asked me out.
I hoped my luck was changing.
Then my coven trials began.
....they’re harder than I expected.
Now my life hangs in the balance.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
But I do know this:
I’m not going down without a fight

 
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My name is Ainat Bin Juran, and ‘Out of Sync’ is my debut novel. I’m a wife and a mom of nine-year-old twins; I’ve recently taken up drinking coffee—though it might be just an excuse to have short breaks in which I can listen to audiobooks.

I fell in love with reading at a young age, and fondly remember long car rides with my dad as a kid, talking about sci-fi novels. 

My passion for the written word carried into my law degrees, and somewhere along the line, I decided to try my hand at writing fiction.

I found the process inspiring, with all its unexpected twists and turns. I typically plan and mind-map, and yet, sometimes, the characters take control and follow a path I hadn’t even imagined. 
The journey to a complete novel is always invigorating and a little crazed; it’s a breath of fresh air and sometimes, it sets one’s teeth on edge; but I wouldn’t trade it for the world …. Not even when I’m laying in bed, bone-tired, and inspiration decides to strike. 

I’m always stretching the day, trying to eke out a few more minutes so I’ll have more time to write—so if you see me scribbling something down, chances are that I’m trying to grasp an idea before it slips away.

Here’s the blurb and excerpt from my debut novel, ‘Out of Sync.’ I hope you’ll enjoy it :)


 
From Out of Sync.....

Low grumbles emanated from the creatures circling me, grimly advertising their intent.

The sweltering desert heat clung to me like a second skin, causing beads of sweat to trickle into my eyes.

I squinted, inadvertently blurring my vision, which posed a problem given that my newly adopted life plan had just been reduced to not ending up as dog food—or whatever you would call the equivalent
for wolves.
"Nice wolfies . . ." I stammered, the bitter aftertaste of adrenaline lacing the back of my throat.

Pointed brown-stained teeth snapped at my feet as another wolf lunged closer, its acrid breath filling my airways. I gagged. "You really should have yourself checked; I’ve smelled doggy breath before, but this is taking it to a whole other level," I ventured, trying my hand at nurturing some rapport as my eyes darted, searching for an escape route.
Yellow eyes trailed my movements as drool began to accumulate in anticipation.
"Eating me will not improve that smell," I tried again, jerking my thumb at the breather. Was this really my pitch? I wouldn’t add to your dental value?

"I’m not that nutritious, either! Really, I eat a lot of junk," I lied. I didn’t actually get to do much snacking—though I would have been happy to if anyone ever bothered to send some to my dorm room.

One of the wolves slunk closer, grazing my knee with his dry nose.

My voice caught as I continued trying to reason with the mongrels. "I’m not all that chewable, either . . . . I’m bonier than I look." Then I remembered how fond canines were of bones and shut up, shaking my head with disbelief at what was coming out of my mouth just in time to
miss a set of snarling jaws hurtling at my throat.
Being eaten by a pack of hungry mutts was definitively not the way I wanted to go.

I could feel the panic crackle through me, swiftly building up inside me.

I tried to regulate my breathing as my fingers itched with electricity.

Deciding it was time to take what action I could, I jerked my hands forward, and a bolt of lightning erupted from my hands and into the pack. Yes, it worked! Not only had I managed not to set myself on fire, the bolt had actually landed in the general vicinity of what I’d aimed at!
Most of my thunderbolt throwing thus far had been limited to uncontrolled spasms from nerves or anger, so this was quite a feat. But there was no time for an awkward victory dance.
The wolves recoiled momentarily from the sudden attack, giving me the opening I had been waiting for. I lunged forward, hurtling my body toward the gap, hoping the light show would afford me enough time to reach safety.

I scrambled, gathering whatever energy I had left and ran.

After a few minutes of frantic chase, I perceived a discoloration in the distance. I set my sights on reaching that goal as the wolves shadowed my movements, gnashing their ravenous jaws all around me.

As I gained ground, I could make out more detail in the bleak colors. The discoloration was a cave.

The wolves were behind me, but I was closer. I would make it, I told myself; I had to.

Hope spread, infecting my mind and expanding my lungs, blinding me.

Reality, however, sank its filthy teeth into me.

I yelped in agony as the pain shot through me. My legs buckled beneath me, and I collapsed into the desert sand, a hair’s breadth from snarling, snapping teeth.


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When not immersed in books — be it writing or reading them — Ainat can usually be found nestling a cup of coffee in the company of her husband and twins.

A former fast-food employee, T-shirt seller, and glorified secretary, Ainat eventually found herself with Bachelor’s and LL.M. degrees and working as a lawyer.

A few years later, listening to a catchy pop song about dream fulfillment, Ainat decided to buy a clunky little laptop and get to work. Ten novels and a much better laptop later, she came to the realization that hitting the double-digit mark meant it was time to publish and start consuming coffee (though not necessarily in that order).

When she isn’t writing, editing, or mothering, Ainat enjoys reading promiscuously, watching political dramas and sci-fi series, and taking embarrassing memos-to-self complete with accents and dramatic pauses that should never be unleashed, ever.

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Saturday, October 25, 2014

Book Shelf: Dark Needs at Night's Edge (Immortals After Dark #5) by Kresley Cole

Bestselling author Kresley Cole continues her seductive Immortals After Dark series with this tale of a vampire shunned even by his own kind and a beautiful phantom, bound together by a passion they cannot resist.

A RAVEN-HAIRED TEMPTRESS OF THE DARK...

Naomi Laress, a famous ballerina from a past century, became a phantom the night she was murdered. Imbued with otherworldly powers but invisible to the living, she haunts her beloved home, scaring away trespassers -- until she encounters a ruthless

A VAMPIRE WARRIOR CONSUMED BY MADNESS...

To prevent him from harming others, Conrad Wroth's brothers imprison him in an abandoned manor. But there, a female only he can see seems determined to drive him further into madness. The exquisite creature torments him with desire, leaving his body racked with lust and his soul torn as he finds himself coveting her for his own.

HOW FAR WILL HE GO TO CLAIM HER?

Yet even if Conrad can win Naomi, evil still surrounds her. Once he returns to the brutality of his past to protect her, will he succumb to the dark needs seething inside him?


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Review:

Dark Deeds At Night's Edge is a thrilling, sensual ghostly tale in Kresley Cole's Immortals After Dark series!

I have to say, I'm quite enjoying this series. I may not have been a massive fan of the first book, but every story since has had me fall in love with the world and characters more and even more excited for the next story in the series!

Throughout the Immortals After Dark, we've seen werewolves and vampires and demons and valkyries, but in this book we meet our first ghost when Conrad Wroth, madman and crazed vampire finds himself entranced by a beautiful spirit that lives in the manor he's currently a prisoner of.

I really liked this story. I love how Kresley Cole weaves together each book with characters from the past and those we've yet to meet. In this installment, I was very invested in Conrad and Naomi's tale. Conrad really was sexy and despite his momentarily lapses of sanity....he was a really great man. I liked that he was inexperienced when it came to women, although he sure picked that up fast, and I think Cole have him a really great match in Naomi. She was a really wicked, sensual spirit who wasn't ashamed of her past and truly had a good heart.

One of the things I loved the most about this book was the fact that it takes a while for Naomi and Conrad to have a physical relationship due to the fact that she's well...a ghost. And yet the attraction and sexual tension is there; running rampant as they get to know one another. I thought it was wonderful seeing the two connect, especially seeing how Conrad was the only one who could actually see Naomi and Naomi was the only one who could get through to Conrad and break through the madness he suffered.

I was really thrilled with the ending of this book and find myself really eager for the next book, Caedon's story!


Rating:
Source: I bought
Format: Paperback
Buy it: Bookworld | The Nile | The Book Depository | Amazon
My Recommendation: A must read PRN series!
Cover: Very sensual and sexy
Will I read sequel/continue with series: Yes!

Friday, October 24, 2014

Book Blitz: Gateway Trilogy by Christina Garner

Welcome to the Book Blitz for the Gateway Trilogy by Christina Garner thanks to YA Bound Book Tours! Below you'll find an excerpt from the book in the series Gateway and a great tour wide giveaway that you can enter :)
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Ember has always known she doesn’t belong in this world. But when she tries to correct the mistake, she wakes to find herself in a mental institution.
 
She’s soon drawn to Taren, the mysterious boy with hazel eyes. He’s not what he seems, but what is he?
 
When chaos erupts, they are forced to flee the institution together, and the secret that Taren has been keeping brings Ember closer to understanding her own. And leads her to… the Gateway.


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**Description Contains Book 1 Spoilers** 

Two months have passed since Ember Lyons nearly died killing the powerful Root Demon threatening the Los Angeles Gateway. Physically healed, images of the day still haunt her and she can no longer access the power she once wielded. She can't talk about it with anyone at The Institute--not even her handsome, demon-hunting boyfriend, Taren. Besides there are bigger things to worry about: Gateways around the world are weakening, Keepers' Marks are fading, escaped lesser demons are populating Los Angeles, and it looks like the Root Demon wasn't alone.
 
When the Institute sends Ember and a team to Europe, she hopes to find answers and security on the journey, but another attempt on her life reminds her she's never really safe.
 
Then she's thrust together with the mysterious Alexander. Ember can't be sure if this charismatic man is her most formidable enemy or greatest ally. Either way, she needs him, because he's the only one who can bring her to... the Chasm.

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**Description Contains Book 2 Spoilers**
 
Ember was only trying to keep a promise when she jumped into the demon world. But instead of saving Cole and his people, she found herself just as trapped as they are. She lives and learns with the Daemon survivors while the demon threat grows every day.
 
Meanwhile Taren struggles with his guilt for not stopping Ember. He’s desperate to know she’s alive, but there's been no sign of her except in his own vivid dreams.
 
As they struggle to reconnect, the Gateways around the world weaken, and the demons begin to amass for war. The end is near and Ember must face her fears if she has any hope of saving the world – or herself.
 
With everything falling apart, her only hope is to find...her Tether.
 
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From Book One, Gateway.....

“Did she hurt you?" Taren asked. "Your head hit the tile pretty hard.” That explained the spinning, and the pain that was starting to seep through the cracks of my shock.

I reached up to touch the back of my head. 

“Ow! Yeah, I guess she got me pretty good. What was that about, anyway?  What's her problem with me?”

Before he could answer, one of the nurses approached. “We'll get you checked out now, dear.”

“I was just going to get her some ice,” Taren said, his hand on the small of my back, steering me away from the nurse.

“Don't be silly,” the nurse said. “She could have a concussion. We need to take her to the E.R.” 

While she went to confer with an orderly, I stifled a laugh. I had been wanting to get out of there. Maybe if my mother knew I was just as likely to lose my life inside the mental hospital as out, she'd spring me that much sooner.

“Wait.” Taren leaned close, his breath in my ear. My pulse went back to racing. “Do you have any…birthmarks?” 

His question was so bizarre that I was heedless of the pain and snapped my head to face him.

“What?” 

His eyes were only inches away, boring into mine. He grabbed my wrist and pushed up the sleeve of my hoodie, searching. I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.

“Do you?” he asked again, checking the other arm.

“N-no,” I stammered. 

Intensity didn't usually unnerve me, but at that moment, his definitely did. 

“Taren, enough!” the nurse said, hurrying back to us. “What on earth are you doing?”

She pried his hands from my arm, causing Taren to come back to himself. 

“Nothing, sorry.” He dropped his gaze. “Sorry, I hope you feel better.”
 
He turned abruptly and strode away.

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Christina Garner began writing stories at the age of six. Her first–about a young girl who busted up a nefarious ring of furniture thieves–was a huge hit with her mother. At eighteen, her aspirations as an actor had her loading up her Buick and setting off for Hollywood. Since then, she has written and directed 10 short films, including Rewind and Reminder, both of which received acclaim on the festival circuit. In 2006, she began writing screenplays. A year later, she even got paid for one. In May of 2011, her debut novel, Gateway, became an Amazon Bestseller. Chasm, Book 2 in The Gateway Trilogy, did the same.

When she’s not writing novels, Christina spends her time working in the movie business, traveling, watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns, and playing with her dog, Griffin.

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Thursday, October 23, 2014

Book Shelf: The Ghost House (The Ghost House Saga #1) by Alexandra Adornetto

In the spirit of the Halo trilogy, this series from international best-selling author Alexandra Adornetto is guaranteed to be another hit from the talented young author who understands her audience like no other.

After the loss of her mother, Chloe Kennedy starts seeing the ghosts that haunted her as a young girl again. Spending time at her grandmother's country estate in the south of England is her chance to get away from her grief and the spirits that haunt her. Until she meets a mysterious stranger Alexander Reade is 157 years dead, with secrets darker than the lake surrounding Grange Hall and a lifelike presence that draws Chloe more strongly than any ghost before. But the bond between them awakens the vengeful spirit of Alexander's past love, Isobel. And she will stop at nothing to destroy anyone who threatens to take him from her.

To stop Isobel, Chloe must push her developing abilities to their most dangerous limits, even if it means losing Alex forever and giving the hungry dead a chance to claim her for their own...


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Review:

Ghost House is Alexandra Adornetto’s latest release and is a hauntingly and brilliantly written tale of vengeful spirits, ghosts and the supernatural woven together with exhilarating connections and a beautiful romance.

Reminiscent of Meg Cabot’s Mediator series, Ghost House follows seventeen year old Chloe Kennedy, a young woman who is still grieving the recent loss of her mother and who has the troublesome ability to see the dead. When Chloe and her brother head to England to spend some time with their grandmother in the wake of their fathers grief, Chloe finds herself swept up in a unexpected mystery when it becomes evident the country estate her grandmother owns houses more secrets and spirits than Chloe could have ever expected. Meeting the alluring stranger Alexander Reade, long since dead who sparks feelings in her she never expected to experience, Chloe soon finds herself in the dangerous sights of Alex’s long dead love that won’t rest until Chloe joins her in death.

I have to say that I absolutely loved Ghost House! This is the first novel I’ve ever read that has been written by Alexandra Adornetto, although I do know her Halo trilogy is quite popular, but I can say it will definitely not be the last as I was completely swept up into this ghostly tale that was perfectly written and a joy to read! The story within Ghost House is wonderfully detailed, with Adornetto’s writing lyrical and flowing. The country estate where the majority of the novel is set is wonderfully described, haunting and almost gothic.

I was very much a fan of the multitude of characters we met during the story including heroine Chloe, ghostly Alex, Chloe’s brother Rory and Grandmother Dee and even others such as Joe the stable hand, quirky ghost hunters Mavis and May and even the vengeful spirit of Isobel. All added so much life (even if some of them were actually dead!) and character to the story. The setting was perfect and the characters complimented it, and the plotline, perfectly.

As our protagonist, I really liked Chloe. She’s obviously in a state of grief having just lost her mother, but she still was such a down to earth and willing character to follow. Surprisingly Chloe undertakes a lot of growth in this novel as she learns of Alex’s past and begins to understand her ability to see the dead. There’s still so much left to know about Chloe’s gift, but Alexandra Adornetto gives us just enough info to keep the story moving and Chloe learning.

Alexander Reade was beguiling as the seductive 19th century ghost who haunts Grange Hall. Alex is one of those old world gentlemen with morals and standards. There’s something so appealing about a guy like him and even though he made some mistakes during his life on earth, Alex is truly good and comes to care for Chloe. Oh, and he’s also devilishly handsome, charming and witty, which are a plus!

Chloe and Alex are beyond adorable together. Despite the fact they both come from different eras and one is dead while the other is alive, these two really compliment each other. Their romance isn’t overly thrown in your face and is instead a subtle underlining to the story that will have you giddy with the promise of their relationship. They have many obstacles in their way including Alex’s vengeful past love and his being a ghost and all, but it’s impossible not to hope they find a way to be together.

Wrought with ghostly hauntings and danger, Ghost House had me glued from the opening page. Considering it’s such an enjoyable read, I didn’t want it to end and Alexandra Adornetto has me keen as can be to get my ends on the second book with the promising ending!


Rating:
Source: Sent for review by Harper Collins Australia (Thank you guys!)
Format: Paperback
Buy it: Bookworld | The Nile | The Book Depository | Amazon
My Recommendation: If you enjoyed Meg Cabot's Mediator series or enjoy ghostly tales then you should pick up Ghost House! Cover: I think it's very pretty.
Will I read sequel/continue with series: Yes!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Waiting on Wednesday #75

Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly event hosted by Breaking The Spine where you can spotlight an upcoming release that you're eagerly anticipating.

This week I'm waiting on.....
 
The Closer You Come by Gena Showalter
Releases on: March 31st 2015
 
New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter introduces the Original Heartbreakers, where three not-quite-reformed bad boys are about to meet the women who will bring them to their knees.

Just released from prison, Jase Hollister has only one goal: stay out of trouble. Strawberry Valley, Oklahoma, sounds like the perfect place for him and his two brothers-by-circumstance to settle down and live a nice, simple life. Model citizen isn’t exactly this rugged bachelor’s default setting—especially when it comes to a certain hot-blooded Southern beauty—but he's determined to play by the rules.

Brook Lynn Dillon has always been the responsible type. Not that it’s done her much good. The down-on-her-luck waitress is broke, single and wouldn’t know fun if it bit her. Or so she thinks. Jase makes bad look oh, so good. Dangerous, sexy and tempting as sin, he is everything she never knew she wanted. Passion sizzles between them, but is it enough to melt his resistance? After all, the right kind of trouble might be just what he needs…

Thoughts:
I'm super excited for the first book Gena Showalter's The Original Heartbreakers series! I'm a dedicated Gena Showalter fan and have read every book of hers that I've managed to get my hands on. She's a fantastic paranormal romance author and I love her supernatural tales, but I'm really excited about the prospect of her new contemporary/NA series! Cannot. Wait!
 
What do you think of The Closer You Come? Do you want to read it?
And what are you waiting on this week?!?


 

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Book Blitz: Hunters by Aoife Marie Sheridan- Excerpt & Giveaway


Today the Book Blitz for Hunters by Aoife Marie Sheridan stops by the blog thanks to Xpresso Book Tours! Below you'll find an excerpt from the book and I have an ecopy of Hunters to give away as well.
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Abigail is nineteen. Her job, she hunts demons.

Her life so far has been tough. Having witnessed her family’s death and her mother’s suicide, she’s been taken in by a priest, who believes her when she says that she sees ghosts. Father Peter trains her as a demon hunter with three other members, one being Daniel, who isn’t what he seems.

But when a possession goes wrong, and ghosts start to attack Abigail, the tight rope she has on her emotions soon starts to loosen. Abigail draws the unwanted attention of the Reote, and she finds out a lot more than she was willing to learn.

Knowledge is power, but for Abigail, it’s her undoing, and the only thing keeping her together is Daniel.


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From Hunters.....
Taken from Chapter Three – The School (Abigail)

I stayed silent in Blake’s car, in no mood to talk to him since he wouldn’t let me drive. We were heading back to the base before we did our neck assignment. Going back made me think of Zee and the one word he had said earlier rang out in my mind. The fact that he said that he had never regretted saving me meant more to me than he would ever know. If I let myself get any closer, he would be the undoing of me and I was already starting to fray around the edges. I didn’t want to feel so happy about the way he looked at me; I could never act upon it or tell him how I felt. My head was getting sore. Why was everything so difficult? But I was doing him a favor and, honestly, myself too. I was saving him the enviable heartache and I was afraid of opening up to him. I didn’t want anything up here to fight for. I didn’t want to lose any more people that I love. I had lost enough. 

 Blake turned on some music. It was more like background music, just light and easy, so I didn’t complain. 

“Are you okay?” Blake’s words pulled me out of my torture. I didn’t turn to him, but continued to stare out the window.

“Yes, fine.” 

“I know you don’t know me, but you can trust me if you need to talk,” Blake said, almost, sounding sincere.

 I snorted. “You’re right. I don’t know you. And I don’t trust people that I don’t know, or people who lie to me, so no, I don’t want to talk.” I hadn’t forgotten his intrusion in my home. 

“But I redeemed myself by sticking up for you with Father Peter.” 
Now, I looked at Blake, a small smile growing on his face.

“Why were you at my apartment?” I stared at him, hoping he would get flustered. 

“Honestly, I had heard a lot about you, so I was curious.” He didn’t even flinch or look away from the road, but I could hear an undertone of resentment. But Why?

“Curious enough to break into someone’s home and stand over them while they slept? Blake, you need to get yourself a hobby!”

 He looked at me going red. What was it about this guy? I swear, I knew him from somewhere. It wasn’t his face, but just how I felt around him. The hairs on the back of my neck always felt as if they were rising.

“What part of the world did you come from?” I asked. Considering his olive skin and brown eyes, I assumed somewhere warm.

“Originally, from Spain, but I have been based in America for the last two years.” He didn’t have a Spanish accent.

“Why were you transferred?” I asked, since he wasn’t exactly handing out the information.

“I wanted a change of scenery,” he said and smiled at me.

 I turned back in my seat, facing the road just in time to see a small child step out in front of us. I let out a scream for Blake to stop, but he didn’t, he just looked at me puzzled. We were going to hit the child, so I pulled the steering wheel out of Blake’s hands, driving us into a ditch. I braced myself as we hit the ditch at full impact, my body lifted from the seat, only to be slammed back down by the seat belt. My arms and legs were flailing like a rag doll and the impact of the seatbelt on my chest knocked the air right out of my lungs. The car flipped, landing on its roof. Glass shattered on top of us. The engine still roared as metal scratched across the earth. The car shifted for a moment and then stopped. 

I could feel warm liquid run down on my face. No air could reach my lungs. I fought, but nothing came. Blackness overtook me. 

“Abigail,” a soft voice called my name, pulling me awake. I opened my eyes, getting an eye full of my black hair. From the pressure on my head and what I was seeing, we were hanging upside down. 

“Blake, are you alright?” I asked, turning in his direction, a sharp pain bit into my forehead, making me wince. 

A loud thud filled the car. “Yes, just hold on,” Blake said, now out of his seat. “On the count of three, I’ll open your seatbelt, okay?” 

“Okay.” I swallowed and braced myself for the fall. I fell, letting out a scream as my ribs protested with the impact of hitting the floor. My hands went to my side as I found it hard to breathe. Blake crawled out his window, the glass shattering.

“Wait a second!” he said, but I just wanted to get out. He removed his jacket stiffly, looking like he was in pain and laid it across the ground beside the window, covering as much glass as possible.

“Okay, come on, be careful.” He sat back on his hunkers, looking in at me.

 I crawled out, letting go of my side. The pain was almost unbearable, but I needed to get out of the car. I could feel the bite of the glass under the jacket as I made my way out of the window. We both sat there for a moment, stunned. My side ached, but it was a bit easier to breathe and my head pounded. I reached my hand up and it came away slick with blood. The little boy entered my mind. I got up too quickly and stumbled, falling onto the road.

“Abigail, what are you doing?” Blake followed me, moving slowly, his leg seemed to be bothering him. I couldn’t see a cut along his denim jeans, but I didn’t inspect any further, I needed to find the boy. 

“The boy … the little boy we hit!” My heart pounded, “Where is he? Oh god, don’t say we killed him.” I stood again in the middle of the road, doing a full three sixty, but no one was in sight. 

“Check the ditches, Blake. He might be hurt!” 

Blake grabbed my arms and shook me, igniting the pain in my side. I winced, but he continued to speak, “What are you talking about? There was no boy, Abigail. You just pulled the steering wheel right out of my hand!” 

My breathing became ragged. “I saw him …  the boy and you saw him too. He was on the road. We swerved, but I’m not sure if we hit him.” My words sounded hysterical, even to my own ears, but through my whole speech, Blake just continued to shake his head. 

“No one was on the road.” He looked concerned now.

“I know what I saw!” I pulled my arms free and started to look up one side of the road for anything. He was real. He was a person. He had feet. I paused in my thoughts. Did I see his feet? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure if it was just his body. My body was shaking from shock or fear, I didn’t know, but I kept looking.  

“We crashed. No, we’re fine. Honestly, just some minor cuts. She’s in shock. I’m not sure what happened. Can you just send someone down here, now? Maybe Daniel. He can calm her down.” 

I didn’t know who Blake was talking to, but I didn’t care, I needed to find the little boy.  I searched the other side of the road.

“Abigail, get off the road now. What if a car comes!” Blake said, looking at me as if I was a mad woman. 

“No, I need to find him first!”

 Blake stormed over, grabbing my arm; and tried to drag me to the other side of the road, causing the pain in my side to burn. This time, I let out a strangled cry, one that he ignored.

 “No one is there. It’s all in your head.” He practically roared it. 
Tears filled my eyes.

“I know what I saw. Please, let me look for him. He could be dying!” 

Blake shook his head in denial. “Fine, I’ll look this side and you take the other, but if we don’t find him, I don’t want to hear you mention this again!” he said.

 I nodded my head in agreement, not meaning a word of it.

There was no sign of the little boy or anything that would suggest he ever existed, no shoe, no foot prints, no blood. A car pulled up, Father Peter and Zee moved towards us.

Zee didn’t say anything, but pulled me into his arms. He could feel my distress. Father Peter went to Blake, who had sat down again. 

“What happened?” he asked. 

“A dog ran out on the road, I tried to avoid it, but I couldn’t.” Blake told the lie so easily… but why?

Zee’s body stiffened before he turned to Blake. Taking huge steps, I raced after him.

 “You almost killed her because of a dog?” His anger was so intense, radiating off him. 

I could see Blake cringe back.

“Zee, stop!” I said, resting my hand on his arm and then I flinched at the movement. My side was getting worse. He looked down at my hand and then back to my face with worry, concern, and fear. “I’m fine,” I said. 

“Let’s get both of you to the hospital for a check-up,” Father Peter said.

“No!” both Blake and I responded in unison. I hated hospitals and Father Peter knew it.

“Yes!” he answered both of us back, while pointing to the car.
 Zee helped me into the back seat and slide in beside me. I looked up as Blake got into the front, our eyes meeting briefly. Why did you lie? I thought to myself. It made no sense!

“Your ribs are broken,” Zee whispered to me. 

“It’s okay. I’ll get sorted at the hospital,” I said, but Zee was already moving his hands to my side, I looked in the rear view mirror to see if either Father Peter or Blake were watching.

 It was too risky and I shook my head at Zee to let him know, but he didn’t seem to care. He closed his eyes, his hands pushing deeper into my ribs. I let off a hiss, biting my lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth and then the pain was gone. My ribs were healed. 

“Thank you,” I mouthed to him, but he wasn’t done.

He took off his jacket.

“Should I turn down the heating?” Blake asked with a little too much suspicion in his voice. 

“Yeah, that would be great,” Zee said, not fazed at all by Blake. 

What was wrong with him? I had never seen him so careless before! Father Peter was focused on the road; his only mission was to get us to the hospital safely. I glanced in the mirror again, but Blake was facing stiffly forward. Zee placed his hand on my forehead and I could feel the cut knitting itself back together. He examined it. Once he was satisfied that the cut was closed, he started cleaning off my blood. I couldn’t understand why he was taking such good care of me and doing it so openly.

I pushed his hands away, feeling claustrophobic and confused by all his fussing. He still hovered over me, searching my face, neck, and hands for any more marks. I grabbed his hand, making him look at me. My stomach fluttered when his intense blue eyes meet mine. 

“I’m okay,” I whispered, needing to calm him down, but his eyes searched mine. I held my breath, finding it too much with him this close, so I dropped his hands and looked away. 
 

Aoife Marie Sheridan has loved reading from a very young age, starting off with mills and boon's books, given to by her grandmother her love for romances grew, by the age of 14 she had read hundreds of them. Aoife had a passion for writing poetry or in her eyes her journal entries. It was something she did throughout her teens and into her twenties.

Aoife won first place for two of her poems and had them published at a young age of just nineteen. Realising she needed to get a real job (What writing isn't) she studied accountancy and qualified working in that field for many years, until her passion for reading returned and she found Maria V Snyder. Poison study one of her favourite books has been read and re-read countless times.

Aoife's first book Eden Forest (Part one of the Saskia Trilogy) came to be after a dream of a man and woman on a black horse jumping through a wall of fire and the idea of Saskia was born. Now with her first novel published and taking first place for Eden Forest with Writers Got Talent 2013, Aoife continues to write tales of fantasy and is currently working on her third book for the Saskia Trilogy amongst other new works.

To contact Aoife you can email her at aoifesheridan101@gmail.com

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As I mentioned, I have ONE (1) e-copy of Hunters to give away thanks to author Aoife Marie Sheridan and Xpresso Book Tours. To enter simply comment with a way to contact you, letting me know which format you would like! Giveaway ends 4th of November (in two weeks time).

 

Monday, October 20, 2014

Release Day Blitz: Runaway by Brina Courtney

Today I'm participating in the Release Day Blitz for Runaway by Brina Courtney thanks to Mark My Words Publicity.
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Camryn Cruise is not human. But she doesn’t know what she is. Not yet.

The world is falling apart and her only escape is Camp Silverlake where she frequently stayed as a child. But Camryn’s summers weren’t filled with crafting and swimming, they were spent learning combat skills an d how to protect herself from the outside world.

Now she must return to Camp Silverlake to learn the truth, about who she is and she’ll discover the secret hidden within her blood. A secret that could save them all.

 
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Brina Courtney is a young adult author obsessed wit h chocolate, crime shows, and fantasy movies. She's spent the last few years as a n elementary teacher and a high school cheering coach. She lives in a small town in Pennsylvania with her husband and two very loud, small dogs.

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