Thursday, October 23, 2014

Giveaway, Excerpt and Pre-order links

Oh boy! The last few days have been CRAZY! So the book is slowly going up for preorders in all the right places. Just have a few more to go, including the paperback link on Amazon (but I'll come back and put it up here when it's in).

Also, there are two giveaways that the lovely crew at Bottom Drawer Publications have put on. One is for a copy of the paperback via Goodreads:

Goodreads Book Giveaway


Through the Fire by Michelle Irwin

Through the Fire

by Michelle Irwin


Giveaway ends October 27, 2014.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

Enter to win

The second is for two copies of the ebook at Booklikes: BookLikes Giveaway

So where can you buy the book? Well, pretty much anywhere ;) 



Within a couple of days, it should be in a few more places too, including the paperback available on Amazon etc.

Paperback at Barnes & Noble

Summary:
Evie Meyers’ life is one spent on the run. Every minute of every day, her life is in danger if anyone should suspect the truth about her ancestry. Her father was willing to risk everything to keep the truth hidden, even from her, but the lies he fabricated were exposed when her high school crush, Clay Jacobs, inadvertently stumbled upon her secret. His discovery puts Evie at risk from a secret organization tasked with washing the world clean of nonhumans—and Clay is one of its deadliest soldiers. Forced into a war she doesn’t understand, all because of what she is, Evie is left with no choice but to flee with her father to escape persecution.

When Clay reappears in her life, battle scarred and mysterious, Evie is unprepared and terrified as he forces his way back into her heart. When the battle catches up with her, and a tragic accident tears apart the peace she discovered, she finds herself alone and without the protection of her father, or her lover. Now, she needs to keep her secrets hidden and learn to survive on her own in a world that wants her dead, all while searching for the missing piece of her heart.

Excerpt:
Chapter One


I WAS HALFWAY up my drive when the sight of three delicate star-shaped flowers wrapped in soft cream paper resting against my doorstep stopped me in my tracks. A prickle of fear crept over the back of my neck, and the air around me warmed by a few degrees. That simple bouquet of white might have been innocuous on any other doorstep, but in front of my house it was something much more dangerous. It meant that I’d been discovered.

Forcing myself to move, I approached the parcel with caution. The closer inspection did nothing to quell the unease that held my heart in a vice-grip. Magnolias. There couldn’t have been a surer sign that the one person from my past who knew my secrets and wanted me dead had found me.

I twisted around to face the road, carefully scrutinizing each of the cars parked along the side of the quiet street. The possibility that his gaze could at that very moment be firmly fixed on me was enough to cause the now-familiar tingles to spark in the tips of my fingers.

He can’t be here, can he?

The tiny hairs on the back of my neck raised as I realized that yes . . . yes he could be.

It was what he did after all. Hunt. Kill. Destroy.

My skin flushed with heat at the possible sinister motives behind the flowers. Since the incident a few years ago, I’d come to accept that this would forever be my body’s natural reaction to stress. My heart clenched with fear at the danger implicit in the situation even as my stomach fluttered with the recollection of what those flowers had once represented—what he had once meant to me. Memories of the time I’d walked with him beneath a canopy of those blooms, and everything that came after, overwhelmed me. A shudder raced down my spine.

What does it mean? Another, more vital, thought pushed the others out of my mind. How could he have gotten close enough to leave flowers?

Neither Dad nor I had the slightest suspicion that danger lurked nearby. If we had, then we would have been miles away long before the flowers could have turned up. I didn’t understand it because we were usually so adept at avoiding exposure. We had to be; it could prove deadly otherwise.

How did he find me?

I pushed the thought out of my mind and began to consider the houses around me. I shifted my gaze toward the windows and scanned them all, examining each one for the telltale fluttering of curtains or shutters suddenly snapping closed when my eyes fell onto them. Once I was sure that there was definitely no one watching me, I bent to examine the floral package in more depth.

Are they a warning? The thought struck me as ridiculous even as it crossed my mind. From what I understood about his family and their beliefs, the flower couldn’t have been a threat or a warning either. People like me didn’t get warnings. Just death.

Maybe it’s just a coincidence? I wasn’t sure I believed in coincidences that significant, but it made some sense. It certainly made more sense than the fact that he’d leave flowers; he wanted to kill me, not date me.

My heart rested somewhere in the region of my throat and pounded heavily as I reached out with one hand and pushed the paper aside to see if there was a card or note somewhere on the offering. Almost instantly the flowers began to wilt, so I drew my hand away and gave my fingers a gentle shake before clenching them into a fist.

Calm down, Evie.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly, concentrating on slowing the pace of the blood racing through my body.

It might be nothing, just a gift from an overly friendly neighbor. It’s not like magnolias belong solely to him.

Considering that Dad and I had already been in the house for a little over two weeks, and were careful about timing our comings and goings to avoid too much attention, it seemed unlikely, but I was determined not to panic . . . yet. Confident that I’d calmed myself enough to be able to reach for the flowers again without completely destroying them, I leaned forward and unwrapped the paper before pulling it away from the flowers to examine both sides.

Blank.

I folded up the paper and pushed it into the pocket of my jeans before reaching for the flowers and standing back up with them in my hands.

Why are they here? Why now?

Turning back toward the street, I scanned the whole scene once more to ensure I hadn’t missed anything. It’s probably nothing, I justified to myself as I considered the empty street. They can’t be from Clay—it’s impossible.

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