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Today on my blog I have the Secrets of the Moon tour. On my stop there is a spotlight and excerpt. So let's get started and meet the author Kristy:
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As a child, she used to lose herself in
an imaginary world by the means of a good book. Now that she's all grown up,
Kristy gets to create her own fictional realms and make them come to life in
ways that most readers might not expect.
She’s always had a passion for writing but never had the opportunity to do so
until now. After trying out numerous options, she realized that writing was
what she loved the most so when she found herself with some free time on her
hands, she decided to pursue her passion. As it turned out, her very active
imagination helped her achieve her goals of creating believable plots with some
ordinary, and some not so ordinary characters that helped the stories move
along one way or another.
As she keeps moving along in achieving her dreams of becoming a published
author, she divides her time in between her four children and her very
understanding husband.
Stalker Links:
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Teenager Marjorie Emery eluded death.
As she struggles to get her life back on track, she believes her efforts are
paying off. Yet, when a black dressing, unfriendly, and incredibly handsome
hottie walks into her classroom, she’s forced into a tailspin. Marjorie has no
idea how much his presence is going to shatter what little tranquility she’s
achieved.
Kyran Rousseau’s gloomy nature has a name, one that is potentially fatal under
the right circumstances. His family harbors secrets and does everything to
protect Kyran. While, he doesn’t want to ruin Marjorie’s normal life, love has
a way of changing his plans.
Falling for Kyran is the least of Marjorie’s worries. With a faceless threat
hunting her and a boyfriend who's as dangerous as he is good looking—how can
Marjorie and Kyran keep all hell from breaking loose before it’s too late?
Excerpt:
Minutes later we
arrived, and just in time for our eight a.m. classes. Claire, Tracy, and I
dispersed to our respective classrooms upon entering the building, agreeing to
meet later on for lunch.
Usually, I’d sit in
one of the chairs at the first row of tables, since I barely made it in time
for class; but today the only available seats were at the back—where no one
likes to sit because it’s too far away from the writing board. No one paid
attention to me as I scooted by to the back of the classroom and grabbed one of
the empty seats at the last row of tables. The seat to the left of me was empty
and everyone else had chosen their seats, so I was a little relieved that I
wouldn’t be sharing the table with anyone. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk,
so sitting alone came as a bonus. When a few moments had gone by and no one
else showed up, the teacher began his lecture for the day. With book, notebook,
and pen in hand, I began to take notes of what the teacher was either saying or
writing on the board, when the door opened and someone stepped inside. I was
too busy going over what I wrote so I didn’t bother to look up to see who’d
entered the classroom. I automatically assumed it was probably a student
running late. However, the sound of loud gasps rushing through the otherwise
silent room caused me to look up to see what the commotion was all about. That
was the first time I saw him. My gaze automatically drifted toward the
silver-colored orbs he had for eyes. Never in my life had I seen eyes like
those. It wasn’t just the color of them that was strange and incredibly
alluring but the way he looked around the room also, as if searching for prey.
Where that thought came from I had no idea, but I did agree that the
description match him to a T.
The instructor spoke
softly to him, but the boy only nodded several times, not even bothering to
look at him. I thought that rude until I noticed he was too busy looking at…me.
My cheeks started to
burn as he kept staring at me with those dangerously sensual eyes. No one had
ever observed me that way before and it made me slightly uneasy. His quiet
stare made me feel hot and uncomfortable all at once. After a silent staring
contest, I turned my eyes away from him and decided to stare at the notes in
front of me instead.
His eyes were
intense, too much for me to handle without feeling as if I was going to be
burned alive right on the spot. Good grief, no one ever had this mammoth effect
on me before.
He was so different
from the young men from around here. His demeanor held a hint of arrogance,
boldness, and indifference unlike anything I’d perceived. Sure, some guys
tended to act that way, but he took it up a notch. I took note of his dress
code too: all-black casual wear—black hoodie, black shirt, black pants, black
boots. Even his backpack was black. I could have easily accused him of being
some kind of rock and roll groupie or maybe even a Goth-loving fan, but he
didn’t appear to fit into either category.
However, the dark
clothing only made his look more mysterious and it definitely brought out the
color of his eyes even more. He was tall, too, very tall. If I had to guess
what his height was, I would say six-foot-one or something close to that. His
chestnut-colored hair was long, down to his shoulders, and he wore it lose.
Something about him clearly screamed bad boy.
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Thank you for stopping by my blog today for the Secrets of the Moon blog tour. I would also like to say Thanks to Jaidis for letting me participate in this tour.
~Sabrina
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