6/26/2013

Book Tour & GIVEAWAY Of Shield ~ Allie’s War, Book Two By JC Andrijeski



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Synopsis:

“And they say Death will live among them in the guise of a child....”

Grappling with her new identity as “Bridge,” a being meant to herald the end for all of humanity, isn’t even Allie’s biggest problem. She’s also coping with a whole new set of rules around her seer marriage, as well as the power-hungry Rook she helped put in the White House, who is currently doing his best to start a war with China.

Then the boy appears. A sociopath with all of the energetic markings of Syrimne, a highly dangerous telekinetic seer who killed thousands during World War I, he doesn’t appear to have aged in one hundred years. Worse, he thinks Allie belongs to him.


About the Allie’s War Series:

An urban fantasy paranormal romance set in a unique, gritty version of Earth,  populated by a second race of beings called seers, the Allie’s War series centers on the relationship of a strong female protagonist, Allie Taylor, and her antihero guide, Dehgoies Revik. Falling into the new adult genre of books, the Allie’s War series takes place in a modern version of Earth you’ve never seen, that spans centuries along with the lives of its main characters, the seers, and the wars they fight with themselves and their human allies and enemies, (steamy sex scenes in parts!).


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Author Bio:

JC Andrijeski has published novels, novellas,  serials, graphic novels and short stories, as well as nonfiction essays and articles, including the Allie’s War series, The Slave Girl Chronicles and bestselling novella, The Alien Club. Her short fiction runs from humorous to apocalyptic, and her nonfiction articles cover subjects from graffiti art, meditation, psychology, journalism, politics and history. JC has traveled extensively and lived abroad, but currently lives and works on the Oregon Coast.

Please visit JC's blog at http://jcandrijeski.blogspot.com  

or her website at  www.syrimne.com
 


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Excerpt:


From Chapter 5, “Distraction” (SHIELD: ALLIE’S WAR, BOOK TWO)

Through the window, I watched the seers continue to scuffle as their dirt ring turned to clomping damp patches, then to mud. They seemed oblivious as they faced off against one another, sparred, clinched, repositioned, faced off again. Laughter rolled up when the smaller of the two swept the other’s leg, landing him on his back.

I tried not to hear the emotion that clouded Vash’s words.
“...I should never have let you go. You were so determined that it be you...” Revik answered, his voice too low for me to make out words. He lay wrapped in furs, propped up on pillows. Feeling glimmers of his light, I realized again how long it had been since I’d seen him, and how short a time we’d had together then.

At Gatwick Airport in London, right after everything had gone down, we’d only had about ten minutes alone to say goodbye before the infiltrators took him away. That had mostly involved us kissing. He’d asked me to wait for him, though...which was the closest he’d ever come to telling me anything, in terms of the two of us.

I got to India via plane and train, on a roundabout trip through Eastern Europe. Revik, on the other hand, traveled most of the way by cargo ship, going all the way around Cape of Good Hope at the southernmost tip of Africa and up the Suez before being transported by land to Cairo. It took four months. They’d promised me it wouldn’t be more than three. I found myself remembering the look on his face as they had led him away. I was still staring down at the sparring seers, not seeing them... ...when the door shut softly behind me. I stopped breathing again, but for a long moment, there was nothing. I wondered if he was waiting for me. A part of me even realized how ridiculous it was that I was hiding there. Not quite feigning sleep, but shielding to buy myself time...and to avoid finding out if he actually wanted to see me. I steeled myself, trying to decide if I should speak.

“Allie?” His accent was stronger. I took a breath. I had a whole thing I was going to say, assuming he even wanted to talk about it. I felt pretty strongly that the conversation needed to happen...but I knew enough to know that whatever he might say in the next few minutes could derail me completely. I kept my aleimi wound tightly around my physical person as I slid off the window seat, letting my bare feet touch the floor. Even so, seeing him awake...and sitting up...made me pause. His black hair had been cut. It was short, maybe shorter than I’d ever seen it. Shorter than I’d realized when his eyes were closed and not open to stand out on his pale skin. He still looked thin, although the bruises on his face and neck were mostly gone. I saw scars too, and not all of them were old. A faint, reddish ring was still visible around the base of his neck, and it was more than a fading bruise; it looked almost like a burn.

But it wasn’t really the differences that threw me...it was where he was the same. His pale, almost colorless eyes studied mine expressionlessly. His narrow face didn’t seem to move, never seemed to age even though his cheekbones stood out more than they had before he’d been imprisoned by Terian. The lines of his jaw and the outline of his face appeared even more angular, but his narrow mouth looked the same. He wore the soft gray t-shirt he’d been wearing when they brought him in, and his arms looked smaller but the same as well, sinewy and somehow less young than his face.

I took a few steps in his direction and stopped. I folded my own arms. I knew it probably came off as kind of aggressive to do that, but it felt defensive...especially since I couldn’t think of a single argument I’d won with him in the year plus I’d known him. “Are you okay?” I hesitated. “Do you need anything?” I saw him wipe his eyes with the heel of his hand, and swallowed, realizing it hadn’t only been Vash who’d been crying. Damn it. I felt myself soften, more than I should have. Gently, he patted the furs next to where he lay, his eyes carefully on mine.

“Can we talk?” he said. His voice was polite, like always. I shook my head, exhaling in a kind of humorless laugh. “No. No way. Not yet...not like that.” “You’re angry,” he said. “No,” I said truthfully. “Not angry.” I paused, thinking about my words. “...I just need a minute, I guess. And we should talk, yes, but I’d rather do it from here. If that’s okay.” He nodded, leaning against the wall. He seemed to have expected this, too. Or maybe he was reading me. It was so hard to know with him.

“You want to talk,” he said. “Is it about the divorce thing, Allie...?” His words hit like a blow. I swallowed, looking away. Reminding me that the last time I’d been with him for any amount of time he’d asked me for a divorce, then decided to sleep with a human and throw it in my face made it a lot easier to focus on the reality that was us. We weren’t a couple. Not really, anyway.

I saw him realize his mistake. Hesitating, he folded his arms, shifting his weight on the bed. His eyes narrowed up at mine. “Then what?” “Look.” I bit my tongue. I hesitated for a minute, trying to recollect my thoughts, which had pretty much scattered as soon as we were face to face. I looked away, refolding my arms tighter. “I don’t want you to think things with us are just going to...”

I stopped, rethinking that approach. “I don’t know what you want...or what you think I...” I stopped again, rethinking that approach, too. “Look,” I said finally. I exhaled in a near sigh. “I’m in love with you, Revik. You must I felt his shock. It stopped me in my tracks. I opened my mouth, about to stammer something to cover over what I’d said...when his aleimi sparked out.

“Alyson.” Emotion filled his voice. “Alyson...gods. Come here...” Seeing the look on his face, I couldn’t breathe. An intensity had risen to his eyes; they were nearly bright. When he leaned forward, reaching for me with his light, I sidestepped him, holding “Wait.” My shoulders unclenched. I was relieved at his reaction, but also completely thrown. I forced my tone level. “I love you...so that’s clear. But I really don’t think I can do this anymore. Not the way we were.” I glanced up, nervous at his silence.

He was still staring at me, still clearly in some stage of disbelief.


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