Virtual Book Tour Dates: 12/29/14 – 1/26/15
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Vampires, Thriller
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Blurb:
Justice
Morel always had her life perfectly planned. Her goals were to graduate
from the University with exceptional grades and get into the best law
school Canada has to offer.
Then
one day, Justice tried to kill herself. Well, not her technically. It
may have been Justice Morel’s body, but those actions weren’t
intentional and the suicidal thoughts were not hers. Or, so she keeps
telling her therapist and family.
Justice
is afraid she’s losing her mind and just wants to forget everything.
But when her best friend is murdered, another one is being mind-screwed
by a Vampyre, and her ex is back in town, looking as scrumptious as ever
and very suspicious, maybe she isn’t all that crazy!
Just
when she thinks that life couldn’t throw her anymore curve balls,
Justice figures out that she is Vampyre Doll and there’s a vampyre who
seems very familiar to her, but she can’t figure out from where.
Justice
is suffocating and drowning in a dark world she’s been tossed into,
forced to survive. It’s a world she never wanted to know about and would
love to ignore, like it doesn’t exist. But, with every passing day,
she’s pulled deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole, wishing for
everything to go back to the way it was.
Excerpt:
Awakening hot,
sweaty and trembling, I sat up erect, utterly distracted by my
surroundings, and engrossed with feeling antsy for no particular reason.
There was a giddiness building inside of me but yet a darkness
loitering.
My
fingers mauled over the dewy, bleak cement beneath them and, gaping in
confusion, I stared off into the rouge lit darkness to find a dozen
thick rusting iron bars standing in front of me, as if condemning me to
this small confinement.
Behind
me, I knew there were iron shackles built into the stone wall to hold
prisoners. To the left and right of where I sat was another set of stone
barriers growing muck that I could not see but the musty, tangy odour
has not gone unnoticed. I sneezed, realizing that I could sensibly taste
the fungus growing and that was new to me; but there was also another
scent, so heavenly and sapid that I wanted to bathe myself in the
fragrance.
Peering
off into the opening, beyond the iron doors was where the rouge
lighting was coming from, an opening from high up in the ceiling to
allow some light in for the captives and/or a torturing device—however
you want to look at it.
These
dingy cells had no windows but the red glow outside reminded me of
blood, mostly because of the essence that enraptured my physical, and
for a short while I entertained my exhilarated self with the thought
that the red glow was a pool of blood. How delightful that would be.
Nevertheless, rouge lighting? Isn’t that quaint?
I wondered, feeling my hair rising on my nape, arms, legs, everywhere
in which hair resides pulsing through vivacity, so intense and pure, my
fingers curled into fists giving it no outlet.
My
vision began to darken; I felt myself slipping and I stood up hastily
which made it worse because I fell right into the hands of wooziness,
stumbling into the sleety iron bars, cursing.
The
cursing was followed promptly by bitter laughter as I mulled over my
own situation, grasping the irony of where I was and knowing that I was
most likely being punished because of her. My thoughts lingered on her
swarthy pale brown face, her soft, supple lips and defiant dark brown
eyes.
Zachariah will kill her for sure for my one slip, my one weakness, and gripping the bars tightly I laughed aloud with lucidity clinging to my harmony… And that’s when I heard her—Amelia.
“Who’s
there?” her voice so shaken and quiet. I felt the need to go to her,
and figure out why she sounded so distressed. However the main question
at hand was why is Amelia down here?
Slowly,
against the implacable force of zeal pulsing through every vein, muscle
and artery, the essence of what works in-sync to keep a being like me
going was all elevated and the ethereal smell still idled. My fangs
extended then, automatically, like her voice were a fang charmer, and I
followed impulsively, thinking about blood.
Blood,
blood and more blood. I thought of biting Amelia, monstrously, tearing
through her flesh and veins, reaping blood. All that was running through
my mind was the red substance, it was taking over and, for the first
time in a long time, I was scared.
Amelia
repeated her question as I walked past the iron bars, narrowing my
sudden burst of hunger on her gaunt face, under the red moonlight from
above. Amelia’s curly hair swallowed her petite face as she took a step
back; her dress wrapped around her legs sparingly, moving closer to the
shade of obscurity.
“Dante…”
Amelia said my name, quivering as her brown eyes studied who was before
her in fear and confusion. Her thoughts tried to make sense of the
monster before her and questions populated her mind.
Amelia’s
heartbeats increased, breaths shortened and her eyes widened with
definite fear as her brows pulled tightly together; she shook her head
nimbly. She whispered, “So the rumours are true…” Her scent engulfed me
like a tornado and I knew I didn’t want the darkness to take over, so I
fought and another flash of dizziness came at me, my vision blurring,
and I knew it wanted Amelia.
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About the Author:
I’m
just a stay at home mother, who has finally found the courage to share
her crazy paranormal universe with the world. I enjoy reading, obviously
writing. Proud Canadian. Inspirational quotes keeps me positive. I’m an
amateur photographer. Movie holic. Lactose intolerant but loves cheese
pizza. Vampires and things of a sort I adore. Shopping is my therapy and
I’m an Aries.
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