Today on my blog I have the Guardian of the Angels Blog Tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, guest post, and giveaway.
It could be worse for Sylva Lark. She could be dead. A coma was nothing to that. Or her family moving across country for the treatment, leaving her with a big blue mark on her back.
She can handle it.
Except the mark glows and tingles, especially whenever transition helper Atticus Plot (Attic) is close by. She suspects he’s hiding something, and when she stumbles across a torn body bearing the same spiral marking as her own, that suspicion is confirmed.
After a few shaves with death, the truth finally comes out and the battles begin.
But not all her fights are external; her biggest one is the decision she has to make between doing the right thing for the world and giving up her beloved family for good.
Sylva Lark made her choice.
Now she has to adjust to Guardian life. Training. Killing demons. Controlling her powers.
If only giving up her family wouldn’t hurt so damn much, . . . and if there wasn’t a strange attraction to the betrothed Prince Atticus she just met . . .
Amongst murder and mayhem, and toeing an unclear line between right and wrong, Sylva and her fellow Guardians must find a way to secure Eirene.
But it’s not easy going up against underworld Queen Furie when those on Sylva’s side are hiding secrets . . .
Will they succeed in protecting the home of the angels? Or will they fail, submitting the heavens to the fate of Furie?
And will Sylva and Attic ever remember what they mean to each other?
Or will they stay forever Lethed?
Sylva’s Inner Secrets
(Letter from Sylva)
Hello Sabrina’s Paranormal Palace,
So you want to know about my inner secrets? Okay, I’ll try expressing them to you. But they’re not all pretty. So here’s the truth. All of it, and nothing but:
I want to see my family. I want to have them in my life. I want to be loved. Not just loved, but unconditionally loved. I want to be good at what I do; I want to save as many guardians, civilians, angels as I can, but I also need to save myself. Save my friends, save my love for Attic.
I want to see him again, but I don’t want the pain of losing him. I don’t want him to suffer losing me.
I want a normal life. But I want this life too. I want to be the hero, the savior. I want to be seen as someone important, who has things they can add to this world to make it a better place.
But I also want my cat to curl up in my lap when I go to sleep. I want to sleep again. Not just because I’d like to, because my body is so weary I need to. I want to feel exhausted. I want to feel like I have an excuse to do nothing. I want to see the stars and see if Maddy is winking down at me. I want to hear her voice whispering on a warm summer’s breeze, I want the cold to ice my fingertips, my nose, my heart until I am numb from feeling, because feeling hurts. Feeling is what will kill me before any Arae demon does.
I feel like I’m drowning in it, and I want to resurface. I want not to feel . . . not to feel the bad stuff. The worrying stuff, the hard stuff, because of course there are other things I want. The good, sweet, soft touches. The kind words that wrap around my heart and make it beat faster. The sweet touches of Attic as he explores my skin, kissing every inch of me to make me experience new feelings.
And I want the firm embrace of my friend, hugging me because I need it. Hugging me because HE needs it, and finally can admit that to me. I want ice cream, because its cool sweetness is as close to the numbing I want and the sweet comfort I need. I want you Attic. I want you family. I want you new guardian family.
Oh, God. I want so badly.
I lied when I said I didn’t love you, I lied when I said I was unhappy, because a part of me IS satisfied with being a guardian, with killing bad guys, and I wonder what that makes me?
I lied when I said I wanted space from you. I lied when I told you to kiss me, touch me, have me. I lied because I wanted them, but I didn’t want them then, not that way. That was punishment for me, because I was angry at myself. Punishment for you, because you deserved better, and I’m so sorry.
God, Eirene, Heaven, I am so sorry for doing that to you. I am so sorry for not being the person you thought I was, a woman you love, and like, and respect. And I want to go back and change things. I want to make it right. I want you to want me so bad, and I want that we are in this together. Always together. I have your back; you have mine. I said I could manage without you; I can, but I don’t want to. I lied when I said those words to you.
Marcus, I lied when you took my ice cream and ate it and I said that was fine. Really, I wanted it back. Not because of what it is, but what it represents. The good mind numbing things I have left in life. There aren’t many, don’t take them away too. I lied when I looked at myself in the mirror and said I was happy. I lied when I said I was sad. I lied when I said I was ambivalent. I’m not any of those things. But I don’t know what I am. Maybe I’ll figure it out. I hope so. But we’ll see.
Confused, I guess,
A born and raised New Zealander, Anyta Sunday has been exploring the literary world since she started reading Roald Dahl as a kid. Inspired, stories have been piling up in her head ever since. Fast forward to her mid-twenties and jump a few countries (Germany, America, and back again), and she started putting pen to paper. When she’s not writing or chasing her kid around, she’s reading, hiking, watching a Joss Whedon series, attempting pilates, or curling up with her two cats. Updates on her projects can be found at anytasunday.com.
Thank you for stopping by my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to Anyta for her guest post and say Thank You to Bewitching Book Tours for letting me participate in this blog tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.