Evading the Dark Blog Tour & Giveaway with E.M. Rinaldi

Title: Evading the Dark
Author: E.M. Rinaldi
Genre: YA Paranormal
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba at Mae I Design & Photography
Publisher: CHBB
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
High school sucks. It doesn’t matter who you ask; jock, cheerleader, computer nerd, or band geek, they will all say the same thing: It’s a nightmare. But Casey is still wondering how she got the short end of the stick. Just a Sophomore at the prestigious Luthos Academy for Magical Beings, Casey already knows more about heartache and fear than any almost-sixteen-year-old should. Orphaned and left to be raised by the Academy, she spends her days training to become a Guardian, but that dream is looking dimmer with every day that passes.Unlike the wand-waving heroines in all her favorite books, Witches in her world don’t cast spells, they are born wielding the power of nature: water, fire, earth, or air; powers Casey never developed. She’ll be lucky if they even allow her to take her final exams.
She is top of her training class, but that doesn’t keep her from being looked down upon by every other being at her school. All Casey wants is to be given a chance, instead she finds the only life she’s ever known targeted by an unfathomable evil. Thrust into the center of an age-old prophecy, a war is coming with Casey at the reins.
Will relying on her hard earned training be enough for her to make it out alive?
E.M. Rinaldi lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with her husband, Milz, and their slightly psychotic pup, Boone. She works as a Registered Radiologic Technologist,taking pictures of mangled bones for hours on end- then she writes about all the bizarre situations her characters get themselves into while she was away. She is a Second Degree Blackbelt and can’t write a story without at least one fight scene in it.
When she’s not writing or trapped at work, E.M. likes to read (obsessively), clear her DVR, and have all night Buffy marathons with her friends, complete with cookies and cinnamon rolls.
Her love for writing stems from an early age where she would create stories on an old computer program and force anyone within grabbing distance to read them. Not much has changed; be warned: stay out of grabbing distance.
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All I knew was pain. It consumed me, its excruciating strength refusing to let my mind focus on anything else. I struggled, an unwilling passenger of my own mind, as I felt muscle being separated from bone and each individual tendon tear as they were twisted in a direction they were not meant to go. I suffered the deep throb of a bone being pulled from its natural joint. I wanted to give up and just let the agony overwhelm me until it hurt too much to stay conscious. When my body could no longer take the torture, I would be free.
But before I could give in, my attacker made a crucial mistake. As he made another tug on my arm, a twinge shot through my shoulder forcing a strangled yelp from my mouth, and he laughed. The bastard stood there—I bet with a damn smirk on his face—and laughed.
Oh, hell no.
His laughter reached a part of me that I hadn’t noticed until that moment, a part of me that was literally fighting to get out and kick this guy’s ass. Anger fueled the adrenaline that now pumped through my body in full force. Muscles coiled and tensed in preparation to fight. My foe felt my change in posture and went to tug on my arm again, but I was already moving.
I let instinct guide my free hand right into his nose. The sickening crunch of breaking cartilage filled the air, but I didn’t have time to enjoy the surprised look on his face before my well-practiced side-kick sent him flying toward the back wall of the gym. Reality came back to me slowly; I was still standing in a fighting stance, blood roaring in my ears, heart pounding in my chest, as I became aware of the other students in our training class.

 



 

Carbon Freebie Book Blitz with AJ Eversley

Title: Carbon
Author: AJ Eversley
Genre: YA Dystopian Sci-Fi
Editor: Q Books Editing
Cover Designer: Cover Art by Salome Totladze
Blurb:
Strangers become allies. Lovers become enemies. And a destiny formed before birth unfolds.
Sawyer spent most of her life hunting the very thing she has now become. No longer the Watcher she once was, Sawyer struggles to make sense of her new identity. Though she now has the powers of a Carbon, she is also tied to the control Coleman has over all of his creations.
Desperate for help and answers, Sawyer travels to the United Isles with Max in search of an ally. Not only must she learn to harness her new abilities, she must find a way to mend a broken heart…if her past doesn’t kill her first.
The epic journey continues, and the war for the human race draws ever closer. Join the resistance in the next chapter of the Watcher Series.

 AJ Eversley is the author of the WATCHER series. A true north Canadian girl, AJ currently lives in Central Alberta with her husband and dog. When she’s not writing, she can be found binge watching Harry Potter, quoting various movies in everyday conversation, and eating copious amounts of candy.

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There was a bang across the hall as Max strutted in. His usual smooth grin hit me from across the room as he filled up a bowl full of slop. Amusement tugged at the corner of his mouth when I scowled back at him and he parked himself down across from me.
“Do you mind?” he asked.
“It’s a free world.” I shrugged.
He snorted. This was his usual game, finding any way to annoy me. Even sitting down across from me irritated me to no end, but I did my best to ignore him and returned to stirring my cold food.
We were both silent as Max moved his food around with his spoon for a few minutes before he let out a heavy sigh. Max placed the bowl onto the floor where Chevy was waiting eagerly to gobble it all down.
“I can’t eat any more of this garbage,” he grumbled.
“Keep your voice down,” I hushed.
“Oh, come on. It’s not like you’re eating it either. Everyone knows it sucks. I’m not saying anything you’re not already thinking.” He gestured to my still-full bowl, now cold from sitting for so long.
“We’re guests here. Show a little respect.” My voice was quiet but stern.
Max leaned into the table, surveying my body, my face, and my mouth. “Then you eat it,” he challenged me. “Eat more than one bite, and I’ll stop complaining.” He raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to piss me off, or if the hint of worry and pleading in his voice I detected was begging me to eat something. Anything. I’d been starving myself unintentionally, but it was hard to focus on things like eating when there was so much rattling my brain.
I didn’t look away, and I didn’t touch the spoon that still sat in my cold food. Crossing my arms, I settled in to wait him out, unwilling to let him win even one battle with me.
His shoulders slumped, and I realized worry indeed was hidden behind his feeble challenge. He pushed his chair back hard, clenching his jaw tightly, as he picked up the empty bowl from Chevy. “Didn’t think so. Looks like we’re both going to starve to death in this metal trap.”
I rolled my eyes, “I’ll be fine. You’re the one who will suffer, not me.”
He swaggered around the table and leaned in so close that his breath tickled my neck, but I didn’t flinch or look away. His gaze swept from my head to my toes once again. “I’m not the one who needs to save a dying world. I don’t need to be in peak condition or feed a body that isn’t quite human. I’m not the one who’ll suffer. Everyone else will if you don’t stop moping around and feeling sorry for yourself.” His cold glare was like ice in my veins as he stepped away. With a slight smirk, he spun on his heels and left before I’d even blinked, leaving a shudder down my spine.
His words rang in my ears, “a body that isn’t quite human.” I was a Carbon now, no longer human, even though every instinct inside of me was wired to protect humans, not hurt them. That was why they all looked at me differently, why Max looked at me with prying eyes as if he was trying to figure out what exactly I was. I was different, yet I found myself forgetting that at times.
But I wasn’t a hero anymore. I was no longer someone or something to be proud of. There was a monster living inside of me, waiting to break free. And the weight of everything he said was the reason I hadn’t slept in weeks or eaten in days. I wanted to do something about it. I wanted to be better. But every time I thought of it, the guilt and pain took over, and I could barely breathe without breaking down. I often wondered what Kenzie would think if he saw me, or if he knew what I was—what I had become. Would he look at me like he used to? Or would he look at me with disgust for what I let happen to me? What I let myself become?
Chevy sat at my side, pawing at my leg, as he looked up with worried eyes. I stroked his head as I looked at my bowl of slop with a groan. My hand quivered as I took a tentative bite and fought the gag threatening to bring the food back up. With a long, hard swallow, I took another bite and another—until the bowl was empty.
And I could’ve sworn I saw the door to the hall close a crack more than it had been before.

 

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The gates of hell are opening and the demons know her name.

Abigail Thornton is a demon hunter. Working alongside Daniel has always kept Abigail safe, but when ghosts start to attack Abigail, she draws the unwanted attention of the REOTE. A secret society who keeps hells gates firmly closed.

Their investigation into the demonic activity raises more questions than Abigail wants to answer. With more secrets than she cares to admit, Abigail comes to realize, that every choice she makes has consequences, ones that might end up getting herself and the man she secretly loves killed.

As the lies start to unravel and her past rises from the ashes, Abigail just might end up causing the apocalypse…

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Release Day Blitz ~ Let Me Be Your Truth

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Release Day Blitz ~ Let Me Be Your Truth

Author: Lynsey M. Stewart

Genre:  Romance

Dates: 17th of April

Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours

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Blurb:

From the outside, Kate Roper has life all figured out—a career as social worker, friends who love her, and a perfectly sensible relationship with a loyal but boring man. She has her life sorted neatly into boxes…until she meets Danny, a tortured artist with a troubled past. They say opposites attract, and Danny’s sexual confidence intrigues Kate. His tattoos enthrall her. He is everything she doesn’t think she needs, yet she craves what he has to offer.

Art therapy sessions at a local therapy centre have saved Danny from his tormented past. But when Kate shows up with her positivity, paint brushes and flirty skirts, Danny can’t seem to escape the grim reminders she triggers of when he needed help the most and was left to bury the past under his addictions.

Danny doesn’t do romance. He does sex. Amazing sex. He can teach Kate the art of orgasms so that his Miss Goody Two Shoes learns the difference between monotonous and mind-blowing…

As their relationship intensifies, their pasts collide. They soon find that they have more in common than they ever would have thought, but can Kate and Danny find their truths in the unlikeliest of relationships?

This novel contains strong language and graphic descriptions of sex; therefore this novel is only suitable for 18+

 

This is the third book in the Music and Letters series but can be read as a standalone. 

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Lynsey M. Stewart is a UK based writer. She lives with her husband, also known as her soulmate and muse, along with their gorgeous, precious, ridiculously independent baby girl. Lynsey began writing after being inspired by great books, amazing writers and wonderful stories that left their fingerprints on her heart.

Lynsey’s background revolves around helping, advocating and supporting children, young people, and their families. Her Monday morning mantra is: ‘If no one likes my books, I can always continue with the day job…’

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Release Day Blitz ~ All the Wrong Reasons

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Author: Olivia Hardin

Genre:  Romance

Dates:10th of April

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She’s on the edge. He may be the only thing that can keep her from falling.

 

Geneva Rawley is broken. All of her hopes and dreams for a future ended the night the only man who ever loved her was killed in a tragic car accident. And it was completely her fault. The guilt of what happened is a burden that is slowly suffocating her, and finding relief in a bottle seems her only solution… until she meets Rhys.

 

Rhys Connor knows addiction, and he knows brokenness. He’s been down that road, and he knows that it’s nothing short of a miracle that he found his way back from it. That’s why he’s spent the last several years helping to rescue others from that precipice. When an AA buddy asks him to talk to his struggling cousin, he feels more than up to the task. But the moment Rhys lays eyes on Geneva, he knows she’s the one he’s been waiting his whole life to find.

 

Can one broken soul save another from destroying herself, or will they both go down in flames?

 

Meet the Rawleys. A series of stand-alone romances, each following a different couple in this saga of life, love, family, and friends…

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When Olivia Hardin started having movie-like dreams in her teens, she had no choice but to begin putting them to paper. Before long, the writing bug had bitten her, and she knew she wanted to be a published author. Several rejections plus a little bit of life later, she was temporarily “cured” of the urge to write. That is until she met a group of talented and fabulous writers who gave her the direction and encouragement she needed to get lost in the words again.

 

In November 2011 Olivia sent her first novel, Witch Way Bends, out into the world; and to date, she has over fifteen novels and short stories available both in print and digital.

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Author: Lynsey M. Stewart

Genre:  Romance

Release Date: 17th of April

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 Blurb:

From the outside, Kate Roper has life all figured out—a career as social worker, friends who love her, and a perfectly sensible relationship with a loyal but boring man. She has her life sorted neatly into boxes…until she meets Danny, a tortured artist with a troubled past. They say opposites attract, and Danny’s sexual confidence intrigues Kate. His tattoos enthrall her. He is everything she doesn’t think she needs, yet she craves what he has to offer.

Art therapy sessions at a local therapy centre have saved Danny from his tormented past. But when Kate shows up with her positivity, paint brushes and flirty skirts, Danny can’t seem to escape the grim reminders she triggers of when he needed help the most and was left to bury the past under his addictions.

Danny doesn’t do romance. He does sex. Amazing sex. He can teach Kate the art of orgasms so that his Miss Goody Two Shoes learns the difference between monotonous and mind-blowing…

As their relationship intensifies, their pasts collide. They soon find that they have more in common than they ever would have thought, but can Kate and Danny find their truths in the unlikeliest of relationships?

This novel contains strong language and graphic descriptions of sex; therefore this novel is only suitable for 18+

 

This is the third book in the Music and Letters series but can be read as a standalone. 

 

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Release Day Blitz ~ Hunters

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Blitz: Hunters ( The Demon Series Part One)

Author: Aoife Marie Sheridan

Genre:  Paranormal/Romance

Dates:29th of March

Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours

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Blurb:

The gates of hell are opening and the demons know her name.

 

Abigail Thornton is a demon hunter. Working alongside Daniel has always kept Abigail safe, but when ghosts start to attack Abigail, she draws the unwanted attention of the REOTE. A secret society who keeps hells gates firmly closed.

Their investigation into the demonic activity raises more questions than Abigail wants to answer. With more secrets than she cares to admit, Abigail comes to realize, that every choice she makes has consequences, and with the man she secretly loves by her side is she willing to risk it?

 

As the lies start to unravel and her past rises from the ashes, Abigail just might end up causing the apocalypse…

 

If you like “The demon trapper” by Jana Oliver or “Sanctum” by Sarah Fine, then Hunters will feed your addiction for the dark side.

 

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We hit the water with such force that it felt like every bone in my body shattered as I hit the dash at full impact. White searing pain tore through me. I screamed only to have my lungs fill with water. I was dying, and I wished it would come quickly. My lungs burned for air and my body screamed for release from the agony. I couldn’t see anything as blackness surrounded me. I needed to see Zee one last time, but my body shook as if electricity were racing through it, then all my pain was gone and a feeling of nothingness consumed me.

Light shone in the distance, like a torch hovering over a well, bouncing off rocks, only blinking mildly. I finally understood what people meant when they claimed to have seen the light before passing. I felt the sensation of floating and yet nothingness. My body moved closer to the light. It was getting brighter and more intense. I wanted to shield my eyes, but the movement wasn’t allowed. I wasn’t whole, yet I felt the same.

The light made my body feel warm, not warm as in fuzzy and nice, but warm as in I needed shade. The signs of a day starting out mild, but the warning that it would be hot. Hot is what I started to feel. Nothing seemed right. I wasn’t floating up or down I just seemed to be still. As the light sent out burning rays and the agony of it pierced me, balls of flames started to lick my feet and I started to scream. I watched my feet and legs appear as the fire burned them. The higher the flames went, the more of myself I could see and the long hands that stretched towards me, pulling me down. My throat let out a scream as I fought to move, but I had nothing around me to grab onto. My skin was burning, melting off my body. The bony fingers of the dead dug into my burning flesh.

I was nearly consumed in the flames before I realized my name was being called behind me. I turned to see Zee with his arms outstretched.  His mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear as the roars still ripped from my throat. Then his arms were around me, pulling me out of the flames. My body was screaming and then all was gone.

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I opened my eyes. My body shook with the cold. My vision filled with Zee’s chest as he held me firmly against him, rocking me gently, like a mother would a distressed child. I couldn’t speak as my teeth chattered. My body didn’t burn anymore. I was so cold, so numb. I didn’t look around me, too afraid of what I would see.

“Flames… hands… my flesh… it burned.” I knew I was rambling, words of utter disbelief falling from my blue lips. “Light… then flames,” my words choked on a sob. I was going to hell. I was going to hell. I was a bad person. No heaven. No Sam. Hell. The arms that were wrapped around me, I tried to push away, but he hung on to me, pulling me closer. He didn’t understand; he was good, an angel. I shouldn’t touch him, I was bad.

“Let. Meeee. Go!” My voice shook. “Please…”

Zee’s arms loosened and I could feel his body shift as his eyes fell on my face. I didn’t meet his eyes, but crawled out of his lap. He didn’t stop me. He didn’t look away from me either. I sat on all fours, my hair wet, hanging in front of my face as my body shook uncontrollably. Then I started to laugh I met Zee’s confused stare and my laughter turned hysterical.

“Abigail?” He moved towards me, worry etched on his face, but I let out a roar, making him stop.

“Don’t come near me. You should have let me die.”

He was beside me before I could blink, holding my numb face, his anger making his eyes darken.  “Don’t ever say that. Ever!” he said.

I shook my head in his hands as tears fell from my eyes. “I was going to hell. To hell!”

I was waiting for him to drop his hands, run from me, and understand his mistake of giving up everything to stay with someone like me, but he didn’t. Instead, he moved towards me, his breath visible in front of my face. I could hear sirens in the distance, but my mind was occupied with Zee. I closed my eyes as his face was only an inch from mine. His lips kissed my left eyelid and then slowly, moved over to my right one. The motion was gentle, the kiss so filled with despair and love that the tears rolled from my closed eyes and warmed my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, Abigail. I truly am.” His words were so sad, so heartfelt.

My eyes opened and I could see tears in his eyes. One fell, and I watched it make a path down his perfect, clear skin. My hand reached out and caught the tear before tracing his jawline. I wanted to tell him that I loved him so badly and tell him how I didn’t deserve his tears, but my own eyes blurred over again with sorrow.

“Are you okay?” The shouts of a man making his way down the bank pulled us apart as I took in the scene up on the bridge.

People had gathered, watching us, some with their phones out taking photos. A fire engine sat on the bridge, its lights flashing. The man reached us, taking in our unmarked bodies, not as much as a scratch. Paramedics arrived. Two of them fell to their knees in front of me, shining a light in my eyes, but everything felt surreal, as they examined me, shaking their heads in disbelief. The tears continued to roll down my face. My body never moved as they searched me for something broken or something torn, but I knew they would find nothing. I felt so empty, so devoid of emotion, even as I cried.

Father Peter filled my vision as he raced down the bank. Two policemen tried to stop him, but he pushed them away.

“She is my daughter,” he said, causing some serious confusion amongst the men. He was a priest; they couldn’t marry and most certainly, couldn’t have children.

He reached me and my body was crushed against his.  He pulled back, his mouth moving, but I couldn’t focus on his words. My mind was filled with images of hands pulling me, flames burning me and Zee saving me, yet again.

I was pulled along until we reached the car. My head was ducked down as I sat in the back of Father Peter’s Car. Zee slid in beside me, pulling me into his side. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t do anything.

Father Peter, started to drive, “Abigail, please!” he said. I could hear the fear in his voice.

“She’s in shock. Give her some time.” Zee’s chest rumbled as the words left his mouth, but I didn’t respond. I stayed silent the whole drive back to my apartment.

 

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When she’s off duty she loves to write, read and drink tons of coffee. Oh, and she eats’ lots of chocolate, LOTS of chocolate!

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