I am so excited for this Author Takeover today. I am a huge fan of Molly Hall and when you read her book you will see why I love her and her book so much. So before I let Molly take over lets get to know more about her and her EPIC book Reckoning. Oh and make sure you read the whole post cause Molly has donated some awesome things for a giveaway.
"They say the truth can set you free. I found out it can kill you."
Seventeen-year-old Kat Matheson has never revealed the dark secret that sets her apart from everyone else: She can see and hear the dead. Until now, she has been able to ignore the strange apparitions and whispering voices. But it may not be that simple anymore. Haunted by eerie visions and increasingly frightening nightmares, Kat begins to fear she may be the target of a dark and ominous force from beyond the grave. Complicating matters is the arrival of her new neighbor, a young man she instinctively distrusts but is inexplicably drawn to. Gorgeous and mysterious, he seems to hold a disturbing knowledge of her long-held secrets.
As she desperately tries to maintain control, events take an unexpected and violent turn. Discovering that nothing is what it seems and that her psychic abilities may involve far more than just communing with the dead, Kat may be forced to confront her worst fears and the powerful curse that controls her destiny.
First, I have to give huge thanks to Sabrina for letting me takeover her blog for the day. This gal rocks! Second, when I began to plot this takeover, I thought, "Hmm, so many possibilities…which one do I choose?" I could write about my creative process, or a day in my writing life, or the music that served as the soundtrack to Reckoning. Or I could write a character POV, or the alternate ending to the story, or my Top 10 list. I could even go off the deep end and talk politics, publishing and pop culture. Please God, no! No worries, I haven't taken complete leave of my senses. (Although I would like to know how it was even possible for the Kardashians to become household names.)
After mulling it over, I decided it's really about the books. This is a book blog after all. So I will just tell you a little about myself, and the Dark Prophecy series. I'm also very excited to give you the PREMIERE sneak peak at book two! Titled Relentless, it is slated for release in the spring.
And now, a short bio on me—I am the author of the aforementioned Dark Prophecy series. The first book, Reckoning, was released in September 2012, and tells the story of Kat Matheson, a seventeen-year-old girl with the ability to see and hear the dead. This series will ultimately encompass four books. Mystery lovers take note—I also write an historic mystery series under the name M M Hall. Set in 1911
, these novels feature Inspector
Hargreaves, a man on a quest for the truth about his past. Look for Whispered
Truth, the first in the series in the spring. London
I've lived in
Indiana, Texas, California and . I currently
reside just outside of Colorado .
I pursued a degree in English Literature at Denver
and worked in the dull mediocrity of the corporate world for several years
before turning to writing full-time. I am a passionate lover of books, cats,
British history, red wine, cemeteries, music and the unexplained. I'm also a
study in contrasts—I love warm, sunny days, but I also adore rain and fog; I
love bright, colorful gardens, but wear mostly black and navy; I'm devoted to
both Linkin Park and Dvoräk; I love red wine and despise white; I'm fascinated
by lizards and snakes, but run screaming from spiders; I love dawn and the
rising sun, but am indifferent about sunsets. The list could go on, but
this has to stop somewhere. Columbia College
Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy the teaser. Wishing you all the best, always!
SNEAK PEAK AT RELENTLESS:
Without warning, the back of my neck prickles, the earlier feeling of being watched intensifying. Pulling away from Rick, I turn and glance cautiously toward the window. I don’t see anything, but my stomach tightens, and I draw in a quick, shaky breath.
“What is it?” Rick asks in concern.
“I don’t know,” I answer, trying to remain calm. “Probably nothing. I just have this weird feeling.”
“I don’t know,” I say again, shrugging my shoulders. “Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched?”
Dropping his arms from around my waist, he quickly steps to the window, leaning over to look in both directions. “I don’t see anything,” he says, turning back to me. “I’ll go check out front.”
I shake my head, feeling like I’m probably just overreacting. Then I freeze, my eyes widening in shock as an eerie blue glow begins spreading slowly across the window. My heart pounding, I creep forward, reaching out my hand. But instead of encountering the cool, solid sensation of glass, my fingertips keep going. Right through the glass. It feels like I’ve put my hand underneath a showerhead—pinpricks of water needling against my skin, driving hard between my fingers. I yank my hand back, too stunned to speak.
I can hear Rick gasp behind me. I turn and look at him, speechless. His eyes are wide with shock. “How the hell…your fingers. They just disappeared. Like they went through the glass.”
“I don’t…” I stammer, unable to find words. My hand feels cold and clammy.
Rick grabs my hand, checking for cuts or injuries. “How was that even possible,” he mutters, staring at the smooth, unbroken skin of my hand then looking back up at the window. His eyes widen. “What is that?”
I turn back to the window, wondering if he sees the same blue glow. He drops my hand and runs from the room, heading for the back door. Swearing underneath my breath, I race after him, trying to dart in front of him. But he’s already pushed open the screen door and stepped out to the patio.
Every protective instinct I have rises to the surface. I reach for the door, and stop, too stunned to move as I gaze through the gauzy screen, into the yard. A wavering mass of blue light envelops the backyard, bathing it in a sickly luminescent glow. I move forward and push through the door, shuddering as a dull pressure begins mounting in my head.
I must gasp or make some kind of noise because Rick turns and looks at me with concern. “Are you OK?”
I nod, unable to stop staring at the strange light.
“That is so weird. I could have sworn I saw something through the window,” he mutters. “But now…it’s just…”
I look at him in surprise. Was I the only one who could see it? “The light,” I say. “It’s…can’t you see it?”
He turns, looking in the direction of my outstretched hand. “I thought I did, back in your room. But now I don’t see anything. It’s just…kind of weird and wavy looking.” He rubs a hand across his eyes.
My initial shock begins morphing into fear. Reaching for his hand, I interlace my fingers with his. He gasps, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Whoa! Oh, my God!”
“What?” I say, looking at him in confusion.
“The light! I can see it. When you touched me…it just appeared!”
I stare at him in shock then release his hand.
“Wait…now it’s gone,” he says, his eyes searching for something he can no longer see. “Give me your hand.” His fingers wrap around my palm. “This is too weird,” he says, breathing out slowly, his voice tinged with awe. “What the hell is it?” He steps forward, extending his hand.
I hear a noise to my right, and Lovell leaps over the fence, sailing over the top in a single stride. Landing smoothly, he holds out an arm, blocking us from advancing any further. Rick looks at him in astonishment.
The blue glow condenses and grows brighter, bathing us in an eerie neon light. Lovell shimmers in the glow, the odd illumination surrounding him with a silver aura. I can hear a thrumming, faint but distinct, like the sound a guitar string makes long after it’s been plucked, the hum resonating in the air.
“What is it?” I whisper. I look around, trying to locate the source of the light and sound, but it's impossible. It's like it's hovering in the middle of the yard. No beginning, no ending. It’s just there. Within the center of the light, a mist begins to swirl, spreading gradually outwards. I can feel it, cold and damp against my skin. Panic grips me. Because, suddenly, I know. “It’s Aratus. He’s coming, isn’t he?” My heart hammers in my chest.
Lovell shakes his head. “No,” he says, his eyes studying the light intently. "But he’s watching." He murmurs something in a language I can’t understand and the light abruptly disappears. He waves his hand and the mist drifts away, evaporating into the dark branches of the trees.
Thank you Molly for taking over my blog. Wow what a teaser from her book. I can't wait for it to release. Now for the EPIC giveaway Molly has donated to you all. Molly has donated 1 signed copy of Reckoning, 10 signed book marks, and 1 signed tote bag. To win answer this question: How would you handle seeing and hearing the dead? Make sure you leave your email with your answer. Make sure you tell Molly thank you for the giveaway. Good Luck!!