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Today on my blog I have the Blood Ties Cover Revamp Reveal.
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College senior Grace is half witch, half mortal, and one of
the most powerful supernatural beings in existence. Problem is she doesn’t know
any of this yet.
But she’s about to find out—and fast. Her powers are awakening, and Grace is in
danger as her transformation reignites an ages-old war between her clan and an
evil rival witch faction that will stop at nothing to see Grace dead so their
leader, the vicious, ruthless Catherine, can harness Grace’s incredible powers
for her own dark purposes.
It’s up to Grace’s immortal Aunt Evelyn and her best friend Julie—a shape
shifter from a long line of Native American mystics—to defend her. She also has
James on her side, a witch from the Bolingbroke clan that has vowed since
Grace’s birth to keep her safe. From the moment they meet, the two share a
fierce supernatural attraction—a white-hot heat that neither can resist. Will
their undying love protect her or put her in greater danger? Only time will
tell, and time for Grace is running out.
Excerpt:
In her peripheral vision, Samantha
thought she saw something in the distance, coming up fast. She broke into a
jog, the plasticky tapping of her cheap work shoes filling the air as they hit
the cobblestones. She looked back and saw a tall shadow of a murky figure
gliding toward her on the buildings’ brick walls. The shadow seemed to be
alive, not naturally conforming to the bends and corners of the buildings.
Samantha took off into a full sprint toward the gate, calling out to whoever
would hear her. But no one heard her pleas, and the gate was still far, far
away. It seemed like the figure was right upon her, and Samantha knew she had
to take a life-or-death stand. She turned and swung wildly with her junky
purse, but no one was there. She found no relief in that, and immediately
started running again, digging through her purse simultaneously. She found her
phone and tried to dial 911 as she ran, but her bouncing steps and trembling
hand kept making her misdial.
Samantha hurled herself to the gate. She made a judgment call to hide in the
guard shack. It hadn't been used in decades and was more ornamental than
functional. Time and weather had worn down its lock, making it easy for
Samantha to enter. She dropped down, afraid even to breathe for the noise it
might make. She huddled deep in a corner, keeping the door closed with her
foot.
The doorknob rattled. Samantha covered her mouth to keep from screaming. Then
suddenly a loud thud shook the door. It was followed by a series of scratches
and pounding overlaid by Samantha’s manic screams. Then, all at once,
everything was silent outside the guard-shack door.
Samantha quieted down. Her eyes, mascara dripping and running from them, stayed
on the door. Not seeing anything, she slowly leaned forward. The glass window
behind her crashed in, and the figure’s hand grabbed the back of her shirt,
then the nape of her neck. It yanked her back, slamming her against a small,
metal shelf populated with safety manuals from the 1970s. They fell on Samantha
like blocks of colored snow.
She threw them off and escaped the shack, running as fast as she could toward
her dorm, which was on the other side of campus. Breathless, she came upon the
student counseling services building. She could vaguely see Bao through the
window. He was on the first floor, and his back was turned to her.
Samantha was about to scream bloody murder when the figure’s massive arm
clothes lined her neck, collapsing her trachea. She was laid out on her back,
but could still see Boa as he turned in her direction. He looked like he was
already scared of something. Samantha kicked at the air, but kept missing the
figure that loomed over her.
At the window, Bao just missed the figure dragging Samantha into the darkness.
By then she was suffocating from her collapsed trachea, but death was too slow
in coming.
Even though the figure had been instructed not to feed, it was just too hungry.
It took near-erotic pleasure in snapping Samantha’s bones in its mammoth
hands—first pulverizing her legs, then her arms, and finishing with her back.
Before the merciful unconsciousness of death arrived, Samantha’s bleary eyes
saw the killer’s canines growing longer as its face came down upon her.
And that face belonged to Grace....
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Gina Whitney grew up reading Judy Blume, and
Nancy Drew books. She was raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New
York(Long Island)and attended community college for fashion design. At 19 she
opened a boutique. She recently published her first paranormal romance novel
Blood Ties. When she's not writing, she's hanging with family and friends. She
shares a home with her wonderful son’s PJ and Drew, and their 200lb Mastiff Hercules.
She currently lives in Massapequa, New York. Reading has always been a passion
and obsession. You can usually find her typing furiously while shouting
obscenities over her latest work. She also enjoys a good laugh, being snarky,
espresso, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. She's
pathologically obsessed with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, Borgias,
Vampire Diaries and Originals. You can also find her chatting it up with
readers on Facebook.
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Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Lady Amber's Tours for letting me participate in this cover revamp reveal.
~Sabrina
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