I’m super excited for Inbetween to release, but until then, I’m happy to be a part of the blog tour for her upcoming release.
Check this out…and be sure to read to the end, because you’ll get to read a scene that’s not in the book!!!
AND there’s a giveaway, so let’s get started!
Since the car crash that took her father’s life two years ago, Emma’s life has been a freaky—and unending—lesson in caution. Surviving “accidents” has taken priority over being a normal seventeen-year-old, so Emma spends her days taking pictures of life instead of living it. Falling in love with a boy was never part of the plan. Falling for a reaper who makes her chest ache and her head spin? Not an option.
It’s not easy being dead especially for a reaper in love with a girl fate has put on his list not once, but twice. Finn’s fellow reapers give him hell about spending time with Emma, but Finn couldn’t let her die before, and he’s not about to let her die now. He will protect the girl he loves from the evil he accidentally unleashed, even if it means sacrificing the only thing he has left…his soul.
Release date: August 28, 2012
(Exclusive Finn Scene! Not in the book!)
“Fancy meeting you like this.” I joked as I approached the snowy riverbank where Easton stood. He laughed and folded his arms across his chest.
“Did you just say fancy?”
“And did you ask Dracula for fashion advice when you got dressed today?”
Easton raised a dark brow and smiled. “Maybe.”
We watched a girl struggle through the water, a boy stumbling up behind her onto the shore. Once the girl’s feet touched the snow, she collapsed. I glanced up at the bridge to the see the busted guardrail where his truck had gone over and into the lake.
“Are there more in the truck?” My brows scrunched together as I peered into the water where the blue Chevy pickup was submerged in the icy waters.
“Nope. These are ours,” Easton said. “Looks like he’s mine.”
That’s when I screwed up. Against my better judgment, I let myself look at the girl packed in snow beneath me. Her delicate body curled into the snow, her skin so cold the frozen stuff beneath her didn’t bother to melt. She was so beautiful. Her pale blond hair caught every ounce of lingering sunset that filtered through the sky, turning the strands to gold against her alabaster skin. Her eyes were the kind of ocean blue that made you want to drown in them. And her lips…those lips were meant for smiling. For laughing and kissing and living. But they wouldn’t get that chance. Something warm and unfamiliar pulsed through me. I rubbed my chest where it hurt.
“Alright.” Easton clapped his hands together and stood. “Let’s get this show on the road. I think yours is going before mine this time. She’s almost there.”
I swallowed. “No.”
“What do you mean no?”
“It has to be some kind of mistake. She’s not supposed to go. She…”
“Don’t. Just stop whatever you were about to say.” Easton grabbed me by the back of the shirt and hauled me to my feet to face him. “We don’t do this. We don’t look. We don’t question. Just do your job. Got it?”
I nodded, took a deep unneeded breath, then glanced back down to the girl. “Okay. Yeah. You’re right.”
I’d never hated my place in the afterlife before this. Not that I particularly liked it, but now for the first time in forty-seven years I couldn’t stomach what I was about to do. I stood over her. Watching. Waiting.
“She’s just a kid,” I whispered.
“You should be used to that part by now. Now hurry up and do it. She’s ready.”
“Almost there pretty girl.” I reassured her as the process began. The power inside me sang to her soul, willing it to break free from its prison of flesh. It was something I usually did with words but with her they wouldn’t come. I wouldn’t promise her peace. Not when a world of nothing awaited her. I raised my scythe above my head.
“Help…” The word came out muffled as it slipped past her parted lips, and the sound wrapped around me like a tourniquet threatening to squeeze the heart from my chest. Thoughts and emotions poured through me, leaving me gasping for a breath that I knew I didn’t really need. I’d never wanted to touch a human so badly. Even when I’d been alive, I’d never felt a pull like this. My hand reached out towards her face, as if what the rest of me thought didn’t matter in that moment. Easton grabbed my hand to stop me.
“Are you crazy?” He scowled at me. “What’s with you today? You don’t touch them. Ever.” I jerked my hand back to my side and my fingers curled into a tight fist to keep it still.
A few seconds later a puddle of shadows gathered around Easton’s ankles. He looked from me, then back down to the silent kid at his feet. He didn’t look evil. With his green and white letterman’s jacket and curly dark hair, he just looked like a kid to me. Easton’s scythe came down in an instant. The boy twitched once, and then his soul peeled away from his body, Easton’s blade coaxing and acting as its guide. It wasn’t as bright as most of the one’s I collected. He was dim, a picture of fear as he raised his eyes to meet his reaper.
“Am…am I dead?” His voice was all static. Easton nodded and the kid looked to me. “Where’s the light? Th-th-there’s supposed to be a light or something right?”
Easton shook his head and we all looked down to the puddle writhing below him. Screams erupted from its oily surface. Easton reached out his hand and latched his fingers around the kid’s wrist.
“No. No, no, no way. I’m not going with you!”
Easton spared me one glance that told me to get the job done, and then he was dissolving into the sulfur-scented shadow beneath him. I turned my head away and squeezed my eyes shut as the screams funneled away like bath water down a drain.
When I opened them again I didn’t hesitate. Like Eason said. We didn’t question. We delivered. I swung my blade down, pulled once, and the glittery essence of her soul, slowly, tore from flesh and melted into the girl standing before me. She stared down at her empty shell of a body, trembling.
“I-I’m dead,” she whispered in horror, stumbling back into me. I caught her by the shoulders. Connection burned through me, exploding under my palms where we touched.
“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered. “I’m going to take you somewhere now. Somewhere safe. Away from this.”
She turned around in my arms and nodded against my chest. Not really knowing how to react, I wrapped my arms around her back and closed my eyes. She felt so good there. So surprisingly…right.
“Where’s the light,” she asked, her breath rushing over my neck. Something twisted low in my gut. A warm ache. I cleared my throat and pulled away from her. Distance. I just needed a little distance to clear my head.
“Actually, you’re going somewhere else.”
“Where am I going?”
And now, the giveaway….