On May 16, 2016, I will be hosting a birthday party for myself–and for Shadowed Flame! The party will take place on facebook, and you're invited! I have gathered a bunch of awesome autographed books for giving away. There will also be giveaways of ebooks and other goodies.
Facebook and all other social media sites are not responsible for anything regarding the giveaways. (Yep. Had to say it to stay on the right side of the terms and conditions of all those sites.)
Shadowed Flame tells the story of Matia, a colorblind woman with the ability to see the shadows of the human soul. Unfortunately, there's a big difference between knowing the darkness of someone's spirit and preventing them from acting on their malevolent desires.
Please enjoy this teaser from the beginning of the book!
For the third time since arriving to work two hours ago, Dad tripped over his own feet and smacked into the carpet of our office. The thump of him hitting the floor drowned out my sigh. I debated whether or not to get up and help him or stay at my desk and observe his efforts to restore his dignity.
If my grandmother had been wise, she would have named him Hannah as a good luck charm against his clumsy nature. Instead, I was saddled with it as my middle name, a ward against harm and a wish to prevent the Evans family curse from falling on me.
In my opinion, I was far from graceful, but I had managed to avoid my father’s clumsy fate. It made sense to me, although those who didn’t know us well marveled at the fact I could walk in a straight line. If they found out I could cartwheel on a balance beam, they’d probably faint from shock.
Then again, few knew what I knew. I wasn’t my father’s daughter, and I doubted I would ever learn whose daughter I was.
“You could have some pity, Matia,” Dad complained, rolling onto his side and propping his chin in the palm of his hand. Blood oozed out of his nose and dripped down to the stubble of his day-old beard.
No matter how many times everyone told me blood was a vibrant hue, a rich crimson, my traitorous eyes told me another story. Blood was just another shade of gray, a charcoal over the paler slate of my dad’s skin. The carpet, like most of Dad’s clothes, came in at a shade somewhere between black, black, and yet another shade of black.
What sort of prizes am I giving away? So glad you asked.
To win, you'll need to hop on Facebook on May 16 and come play with us in the event. There will be fun and games and all sorts of discussions about books. This won't be your standard giveaway, but that's all I'm going to say.
Hope to see you there!