Today the Book Tour for Black Adaddon by Sasha Hibbs thanks to YA Bound Book Tours! I'm a big fan of this series and I'm so happy to help Sasha celebrate Black Abaddon's release. Black Abaddon is the best book in the series yet; an awesome shocker I loved as you can see from my 4 star review that was posted yesterday. Below you'll find a fan-freakin-tastic excerpt between my favourite character Marik and Ally as well as the tour wide giveaway :)
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Ally Watson struggles to live with the choices she made, the worst of which resulted in her soul mate's death. Michael’s sacrifice to save the girl he loved may have reversed the Apocalypse, but not the permanent damage inflicted by living with his loss.
Ally begins a journey where she soon discovers that death is not always the end, but sometimes the very beginning. With old friends, she journeys to the Nosferatu Nation where she meets with new alliances willing to help her in her quest to defeat the Devourer. At every turn, Ally unearths secrets that threaten to destroy those she loves.
The second installment of The Vulcan Legacies series will put Ally to the ultimate test, forcing her to face her fears and the true destiny she will fulfill as Azrael, the Seraph of Death.
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.....From Black Abaddon....
“Will you hold me?” Ally asked. She didn’t know where these
feelings were coming from. There were no romantic urges going
through her, just the pleasant thought of someone holding her together
when she wanted to be strong and not fall apart.
Marik looked down at her, opened his arms and drew her into
him. Ally laid her cheek against his bare skin as his arms circled
around her.
Ally couldn’t help but think about how this would have felt
with Michael. Suddenly tears sprang up in her eyes. She tried to hold
them at bay, not wanting her tears to fall on Marik’s chest. The harder
she tried, the more her tears welled. Was Marik’s kindness towards
her evoking this tormented feeling? Her tears built and built until she
could finally hold them no more. They ran hot down her face and she
knew they landed on Marik’s bare chest. If he felt them, he never
moved, never said anything.
She could feel his chest rise and fall a bit more sharply.
Staying where she was, she reached one hand up to his cheek. Her
fingertips were wet but not from her tears, from his. Keeping her face
buried in his chest, she gently brushed his tears away.
Here she laid in Marik’s arms, her dead soul mate's brother,
isolated from all her friends and family. They lay there clothed,
tangled up together, silently crying, and holding each other together in
such a way words were not needed. They seemed to know what each
other required without needing to say it.
“I hurt too, Ally,” Marik whispered, pulling her closer to him.
“I hurt too.”
“Will you hold me?” Ally asked. She didn’t know where these
feelings were coming from. There were no romantic urges going
through her, just the pleasant thought of someone holding her together
when she wanted to be strong and not fall apart.
Marik looked down at her, opened his arms and drew her into
him. Ally laid her cheek against his bare skin as his arms circled
around her.
Ally couldn’t help but think about how this would have felt
with Michael. Suddenly tears sprang up in her eyes. She tried to hold
them at bay, not wanting her tears to fall on Marik’s chest. The harder
she tried, the more her tears welled. Was Marik’s kindness towards
her evoking this tormented feeling? Her tears built and built until she
could finally hold them no more. They ran hot down her face and she
knew they landed on Marik’s bare chest. If he felt them, he never
moved, never said anything.
She could feel his chest rise and fall a bit more sharply.
Staying where she was, she reached one hand up to his cheek. Her
fingertips were wet but not from her tears, from his. Keeping her face
buried in his chest, she gently brushed his tears away.
Here she laid in Marik’s arms, her dead soul mate's brother,
isolated from all her friends and family. They lay there clothed,
tangled up together, silently crying, and holding each other together in
such a way words were not needed. They seemed to know what each
other required without needing to say it.
“I hurt too, Ally,” Marik whispered, pulling her closer to him.
“I hurt too.”
By age 5, Sasha Hibbs' favorite movie was Gone With the Wind. By age 12, she completed her 7th grade book report on the sequel, Scarlett. By 18, she met and married her very own Mr. Rhett Butler and as it turns out, she never had to worry about going back to Tara to win the love of her life back. Fortunately, he stuck with her.
With a love of all things paranormal, the ambiance of the South with its gigantic antebellum mansions and canopies of Spanish moss, and a love for her husband’s rich storytelling of blacksmiths and the mythology surrounding their origins, it wasn’t long until the world of her debut novel, Black Amaranth, was born.
When not working her day job as a nurse, you can find Sasha dreaming of her next beach trip, reading the latest YA novel, and drinking more white chocolate mocha than she should.
Sasha lives in mountainous West Virginia with her husband, Tim, and their two daughters, Aeliza and Ava. She is currently hard at work on book two in The Vulcan Legacies series.
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I love the cover to this book. It is very pretty and kind of haunting. I enjoyed the excerpt. Poor Ally and Marik are sharing a moment. I shall go and read your review now :D
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