I have todays' stop on The Wishing Well Curse blog tour. I love this cover and the story is very unique. On my stop there is an excerpt, guest post, my review, and awesome giveaway.
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Guest Post:
If you could change places with
any of your characters for a day, who would it be and why?
My daughter and I have had this very discussion. We
both agree we are not sure we could be as brave as Zeke and stay in this house.
I think I’d have been so terrified and would have gone to a motel until I got
things worked out. There’s no way I would have been able to sleep! And walking
out to the well … no way! My first encounter with the ghosts, I’d have ran all
the way back to town!
That being said, how COOL would it be to receive
this inheritance? This house is amazing. The land is beautiful. A Cadillac
Escalade, come on! ’57 Harley! Really? No more financial worry. A chance to
start over and do things differently.
Doesn’t everybody dream of winning the Lottery?
Yeah, I’d love to be Zeke for a day. The added
bonus for Zeke was discovering a lineage and gaining insight into people he had
not understood before. That would be awesome. I know I personally would love to
be able to understand stuff from my childhood that remains a mystery to me to
this day. Many things have been taken to graves. Oh well, I suppose on the
other side of eternity it will all be revealed and understanding will be my
gift.
If you think about it, I was Zeke for many months. That’s the way
I write. I submerge my mind into the character so that I can write about their
doings. I hope the results are a more realistic character. Perhaps, that is WHY
I write. I get to be much braver than I really am. I get to do fun, adventurous
things, while I’m safely tucked in my own home. How cool is that? Really?
Zeke Clay is down on his luck. He’s lost everything—an
apartment, an education, a girlfriend, his job…
When a mysterious letter comes from a law firm in Colorado
Who can he trust? The Apache Indian attorney? Her great nephew? The
leather-clad, Harley riding Pastor? Least of all, himself?
What about the Ghosts?
…And why does his three-year-old tattoo bleed every time he
gets near the wishing well?
Excerpt:
Zeke merged onto Hwy 71
East. He needed to find a truck stop and settle in for the night. He stared at
the sedan in front of him. Suddenly, the car fish-tailed, it spun a full
three-sixty and crossed two lanes. He slowed his car and eased over to the
shoulder. As the sedan careened into the soft shoulder it began to flip end
over end and skid on its side through the grass and weeds. It slid into a
water-filled ditch and rolled over onto its top as it disappeared into the
black, murky water.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!”
Zeke shouted as he jumped from his car.
Circular waves radiated
from where the car had landed. He blinked against the acrid stench at the
water’s edge and waited. Where was the driver? No bubbles. Nobody broke the
surface. Nothing.
“OH MY GOD!” He had to
go in that God-awful water. He had to help. He wasn’t licensed. He wasn’t
legally obligated and yet—he was. He gingerly stepped into the water. His Doc
Martens were fine for greasy floors. Not so great in slimy mud. He slipped and
fell backward. Black mud oozed between his fingers as he fought for purchase.
When he tried to stand up, he slid down to his thighs. Putrid water soaked into
his clothes and splashed up toward his face. Nothing in clinicals had ever
smelled this bad. Maneuvering himself best he could toward the center of the
ditch, he reached for the car. When his hand touched metal, he took a deep
breath and sunk underwater.
Submerged in the
green-black water, he could not see. It was disorienting. He found a door
handle and pulled it open. Reaching inside, he felt the steering wheel. He
concentrated on finding the driver. When his hand reached a potential body, he
dug into whatever material he could and pulled with all his might. Something
held it tightly in place. The seat belt.
Zeke’s lungs felt ready
to burst. He pushed back away from the car and rose to the surface. After he
sucked in a deep breath, he returned to the open door. With his fingers, he
found the seatbelt latch, and pushed and squeezed until it finally released.
Once again, he dug fingers into a shirt and pulled with all his might. This
time the guy came with him. The bottom of his shoes slipped against the slimy
ditch wall. He fell back against the sedan.
Oh, Jesus. Please help
me. He shoved himself away from the car. Somehow his shoes took hold and he
pulled the limp body along with him. One step at a time, he dragged himself and
the guy until they were both on the grass.
The man lay motionless.
Zeke scanned the darkening highway. No cars. No headlights. He pressed two
fingers on the guy’s carotid artery. No pulse. He put his ear on the guy’s
chest. No heartbeat. And he definitely wasn’t breathing.
“I’ve only done this on
Sim-Sam—but I know what I’m doing.” He intertwined his fingers, one hand over
the other, and started pumping the chest while counting. “One-one thousand,
Two-one thousand, Three-one thousand, Four-one thousand…”
Dusk faded to night.
Where was everybody? Why wasn’t somebody coming? “God, please, help me.”
Why he was even saying
that at all? Desperate times, desperate measures. Nonetheless, he kept counting
and hoping.
Shimmering lights
appeared on the horizon. He squinted and prayed they’d stop.
My Review:
Zeke’s life has not been so good he lost his girlfriend, his
job, and college plans all within days of each other. But his uncle passes away
leaving him a fortune however to get it he has to break the wishing well curse.
This is not my normal type of paranormal book. There is
religion in this book that is blended in with the paranormal. It’s not easy to
mold those two aspects but Lynn
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I wanna say Thank You to Lynn for letting me review your book and Thank You to Jaidis for letting me participate in this blog tour. Thank you to everyone who stopped by my blog for this tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway.
~Sabrina
You're welcome. Thank you for letting me be your guest today! I enjoyed our time together. :)
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