Today on my blog I have The Wall Book Blitz. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, and giveaway.
Lauren Nicolle Taylor is a 33-year-old mother living in the tiny, lush town of
Bridgewater on the other side of the world in . She
married her high school sweetheart and has three very boisterous and individual
children. She earned a Bachelors degree in Health Sciences with Honours in
Obstetrics and Gynecology and majored in Psychology while minoring in
Contemporary Australian Writing. Australia
After a disastrous attempt to build her dream house that left her family homeless, She found herself inexplicably drawn to the computer. She started writing, not really knowing where it may lead but ended up, eight weeks later, with the rough draft of The Woodlands.
In 2013, Lauren Nicolle Taylor accepted a publishing contract with Clean Teen Publishing. Her first published novel, The Woodlands, was released on August 30, 2013. The Wall is the second book in The Woodlands Series.
Joseph, wake up, wake up, wake up.
She says it over and over. It’s her plea, her prayer, her mantra. But life doesn’t stop while he’s sleeping.
thrown into a new world, with new rules, and a philosophy that sounds too good
to be true. She’s also sure they didn’t rescue her out of the goodness of their
hearts. The Survivors must want something from them… but what?
The Wall finds
Rosa eagerly entering a new
life, yet struggling to keep the demons and ghosts of the past from dragging
her backwards. She’s left so many people behind and isn’t sure how to start
over. There’s freedom in the Survivors’ world, more than she’d ever dreamed of,
but there’s also secrets. The darkest of which pulls Rosa
headfirst into a trauma, forcing her to reevaluate her past and pushing her to
make a choice that may destroy the tenuous, sewn-together family she’s built on
Rosa make the right choice… or will she
lose everything she has fought so hard for?
His face was a memory. I filled in the spaces, inserted pink to his yellow skin, added weight to his thinner body. I leaned down and kissed him. The smallest glint of gold sparked through me. He was still there. I leaned down to his ear and whispered, “I named our son. But I’m not going to tell you his name until you ask me.” An ache shot through me as I remembered one of our first conversations back in
. Joseph had said he wouldn’t bring up the
subject of my father until I asked him. We still had so much to talk about, so
many things to learn about each other. It wouldn’t end here. It couldn’t. Pau
The nurses disconnected him from the machines. One put a suction cup over his mouth attached to a balloon and squeezed it at even intervals. I let my hand trail the edge of the bed until it connected with nothing. They disappeared.
“This will take all night,
Rosa. I suggest you try and sleep,” Matthew said, rubbing
his tired, creased forehead.
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, sure thing.” As if I could sleep.
Now it was just Cal and me.
“Do you know what they are going to do to him?” I asked, blinking away stray tears.
He looked up from his feet, his eyes hopeful. “No, but Matt’s very good, the best.”
Something was stirring in me. Old feelings of curiosity long suppressed. “How did he get that way? I mean, do you have Classes like we do?”
This was an amazing and confusing revelation for me. People could choose their path in life? The idea of that amount of freedom was, surprisingly, a little terrifying. And like that, the seductive distraction of finding out more about the Survivors took over. I leaned into
intensely. “What else can you tell me?” His cheeks were pink, surprised by my
sudden closeness. Cal
“Not much, I’m afraid. I’m not supposed to say much until you take the pledge. Besides, you really need to see it for yourself.”
“So you can’t tell me anything?” I sighed.
He responded to my obvious disappointment, eager to impress. “I can show you some things,” he said, extending his hand. I eyed it apprehensively. I wasn’t sure, and I really should have stayed right where I was. I talked myself into it; waiting was not going to achieve anything anyway. I took his hand. It was warm and dry. A shiver ran through me, a reminder, and I let go abruptly. I walked to the cot to check on the baby. Hopefully, he would sleep for at least an hour. “Ok, lead the way.”
He pulled up suddenly and turned to face me. In the dark, I could barely make him out and I slammed right into his stationary body with a thud. We were both panting, breathless. I laughed. So did he.
Once I couldn’t hear footfalls anymore, another sound was pushing up out of the darkness. Barking.
Thank you for stopping by my blog today for The Wall Book Blitz. I would also like to say Thank You to Jaidis for letting me participate in this blitz. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.