Hi everyone! Today I am part of the Proudly Paranormal Blog Hop! Please read on to find out how you can win a $20 Barnes & Noble Gift Card or a free e-copy of my book!
My novel, VEILED VIRTUES, contains many various paranormal elements. Ghosts? Auras? Casting spells? Reading minds? Visions and voices? Healing hands? Crystals and stones? Say WHAAAT?
While writing Veiled Virtues, I did a lot of research online about various paranormal topics, including what things a metaphysical shop might carry, and what such items are used for. I incorporated several of those items into my book, because one of the main characters is the shopkeeper of a new age type store. For example, a tarot card reading done for Paige reveals some creepy foreshadowing and begins to open up her mind to potentials outside of the realm of 'normalcy'. While she at first blows off the alleged powers of stones and crystals, she ultimately turns to them in a moment of life and death. Paige's journey begins with her natural reaction to deny paranormal occorrences, then we see her questioning what is "normal," but in the end, will she embrace the fact that she is different?
Here's a blurb for you....
When Paige Stewart left America to house-sit in England, her only thoughts were to get away from her controlling mother and to have fun. Little did she know that her working holiday would find her hearing eerie voices, experiencing alarming dreams and bleeding from old scars. Although Paige's differences confuse and disgust her, she opens up to the shopkeeper of a strange metaphysical store in town, where she finds much more than tarot cards and crystals. Soon, Paige is stalked like prized game. Relentlessly pursued, her holiday takes a turn for the eerie and dangerous. Her only saving grace may be a modern-day English knight who sweeps her off her feet and recognizes the true virtues the American teen unknowingly possesses.
I have picked out a couple of excerpts to share today - here you go!
Paige's first morning alone in England:
Nigel and Steph left for their trip early the next morning, leaving me with my much-anticipated freedom and plenty of cash. After seeing them off, I made myself at home in the bathroom, putting all of my stuff away and settling in for my lengthy stay. Brushing my teeth in front of the mirror, my complexion glared back. For a second, I could have sworn blood oozed from the small blunt scar lines on my forehead. I leaned into the mirror for a closer look at my head, but saw no trace of blood.
My ugly scars caused my middle school nickname, ‘Scratch.’ It could have been worse. One particularly doomed schoolmate was named Ann Nospickler.
I sighed. At least the long-healed scratches weren’t that noticeable, and my hair covered the ones on the sides and back of my head. The scars had been there since my infancy, so I was used to them, but still, they weren’t too appealing. However, that day, my excitement about being on my own in England was far too great to let anything get me down.
Movement at the back of the store caught my eye and I peered over a shelf of books to get a clearer view. When the man turned around, I let out an audible gasp. He stood at the counter, sorting through the contents of a box in front of him, and his striking facial features hit me hard — ruddy cheeks, pink lips, perfect cheekbones, and a strong jaw, all topped by blonde, tousled hair. Aside from lacking a bronze tan, he looked like he belonged on a California beach. His entire being was just exquisite. Gorgeous.
When he suddenly looked up and caught my gaze, I was shocked at the crystal-blue eyes that met mine. I closed my gaping mouth and quickly looked away. A few seconds later, his smooth voice melted me.
“Can I assist you with anything in particular?”
It was the sexiest British accent I’d ever heard.
“Um, no,” I answered, feeling a rush of blood shoot to my cheeks. I pretended to be seriously browsing through some things called smudge sticks.
“What brings you in here today?” He started around the counter toward me, smiling.
“Just, uh, checking out some shops in town,” I stammered, and gawked at his lips and teeth fit for an actor in a toothpaste commercial. The outline of his chest muscles under his lightweight fitted navy t-shirt made my already warm cheeks grow tingly hot.
Wow, no wonder all the girls have crushes on him.
“Are you on holiday from America?” he asked, apparently noticing from my American accent or lack of an English one that I was not British.
He walked closer to me. “Um, no. I’m, uh, house-sitting this summer for the Cooks, Nigel and Stephanie. Do you know them?”
“Yes, and, um, her husband Nigel is an administrator at the school place, uh, cottage — I mean college,” I responded, tripping over my words and undoubtedly sounding like a bumbling idiot. He grinned.
I will be giving away a $20 Barnes & Noble Gift Card for one person and one free ebook copy of Veiled Virtues to another person! You need to leave a comment to be entered, plus, I love to interact with readers! Thanks for visiting! Jan
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