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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Earth Painter Blog Tour


I am so excited to be in this tour. I have been wanting to read this book  for awhile but I kept pushing it back on my pile. I loved it so much I need to buy it in print now for my shelf. On this stop in a guest post, my review, and awesome giveaway. So let's get started and meet the author Melissa.


Melissa Turner Lee holds a BA in Communications with a concentration in Journalism from the University of South Carolina. She has studied fiction writing since 2008, attending various writing conferences and workshops, along with guidance from professional writing coaches. She resides in Spartanburg, SC with her husband and 3 sons.
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When a self-conscious young woman discovers the boy in drama class is actually the immortal who painted the world into being, she becomes the target of another painter who hates humanity.


The Earth Painter is a Young Adult Supernatural Romance set in the small mill town of Chesnee, SC. It revolves around Holly Scruggs, whose family has just moved back to Chesnee after her dad lost his job along with pretty much everything they owned. Her image conscious parents correct her to the point of brokenness until she meets Theo. He is the artist responsible for all the beauty of the land and he thinks Holly is beautiful too. Together they will fight against Fritz, the water painter who hates humans and is hiding a secret under the high school.

Excerpt:


My mouth fell open. Was he nuts? How was I supposed to answer a question like that?

I balled my hands into fists and put them on my hips. “What’s the matter with you?”

When he put his hands on his hips, I got upset for a moment before I realized he was still doing the mirroring exercise.


Ms. Jones suddenly yelled and clapped. “I love this. Love it! Everybody look at Holly and her partner. They aren’t just moving, they are conveying emotion with it. Brilliant!”

I went back to doing normal movements. And Theo continued to stare at me. “You look so familiar. I heard you say you just moved here, but did you move back? I mean, did you live here before…a long time ago maybe?”

“No.” I half-smiled and then bit my lip.

He was exceptionally good looking. I’d been too irritated to notice at first, but the more I looked at him the warmer my cheeks grew. The way he stared at me didn’t help. It was intense and inquisitive, and he was too close. We weren’t touchy-feely at my house so this invasion into my personal space was especially uncomfortable.

“So you’ve never been here before?” His gray-blue eyes studied me even more.

“Well…um…I’ve been to Chesnee before—to visit my grandmother before she died. Maybe you saw me around town then.”

He shook his head. “No, that’s not it. I’ve seen you up close, like this. I remember your eyes. They’re the color of the sea—just inside a coral reef, and your freckles are the stones of a volcanic island scattered along the sand. Your hair is like the sun setting over the water, shooting out orange rays in all directions.” He stared into my eyes even deeper. “You’re very pretty.”

The impact of his words slammed into me. I’d braced myself for an insult. That’s what I was used to. This was either the way he came onto girls for a hook-up, or more likely, some mean joke to get a good laugh going with the other kids. Anger bubbled up. I knew those kinds of tricks. Those were the kinds of things the kids I used to hang with did all the time. They played them on me too, when I no longer belonged in their circle.

My hands trembled, and my lips drew up to hold in the anger, but I refused to cry in front of this boy. I wanted to call him on his prank. I knew better than to think it was a real compliment, but I couldn’t think of anything clever to say.

The tears burned in my eyes despite my efforts.

“Forget this!” I shouted as I ran off the stage. Everyone’s stares bore into my back as I grabbed my backpack and made for the door. My head throbbed from ear to ear. I was dropping the class, and that was final.
My Review:
What a great and new concept. Had me glued to my and kindle and went that died from lack of charge I had to finish this book on my phone.
 This book has such a unique take on mythology and how the world came into existence. The story line flows so well and the characters and world are just breath taking. I loved Holly she is so sweet although at times naïve but I could so relate to her. I just loved Theo and he is just a great guy who sees just how beautiful Holly is even though he painted everything into existence that Holly believes to be beautiful. I kept finding myself hoping there would be a happy ending but with another painter Fritz who hates humans and is hiding a secret Holly and Theo must fight him. The ending was not at all what I was expecting. I desperately need book two now so I know what happens next in this magical painted world. 5/5 Bloody Fangs
  


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Guest Post:

Write a letter to the reader from one of the characters in the story.

Dear reader,
This is strange, me writing this letter to you and all. I’m usually pretty shy and try to keep to myself. Sorta a habit I picked up after years of living with my mom. Her constant criticism left me feeling so flawed, that I tied to be invisible. I felt there was nothing I could do right and just opted out of trying most days. Then I met Theo and it all changed. Well, not all of it was because of him.
It all started in the auditorium at the old Chesnee High School where I fell into acting by mistake. Or maybe there are no mistakes in this life. I found Theo in that drama class, but I also found myself there. Maybe everything, even the bad stuff is a test—a choice to see if you are willing to take a chance and become more today than you were yesterday. All you have to do is step up and be willing to try. Be willing to do the right thing even if it means you risk failing and even if people end up hating you for it. Theo did teach me that and I will be forever grateful.
I still struggle with the knowledge that I didn’t accomplish what I set out to do, but I changed along the way and would not go back to the person I was before it all happened for anything in the world. Maybe becoming who we were created to be is what it is all about. I’m still not sure how it was all orchestrated exactly. Maybe that’s the mystery of life.
Sincerely,
Holly Scruggs.

I wanna say Thank You to Melissa for letting me review your book and Thank You to Jaidis for letting me participate in the blog tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway. There is awesome prizes. Wish I could enter.
~Sabrina













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