I'm on a Silver Pearl Blog Tour this week! Here are my stops:
March 18 – Babes in Boyland Click Here
March 19 – Chaos in the Moonlight Click Here(an interview)
March 20 – Pants Off Reviews Click Here
March 21 – Joyfully Jay Click Here
March 22 – The Armchair Reader Click Here
Thank you so much for visiting my blog! Leave a comment with your email address here between March 18 and March 22 and you'll be entered into a drawing for a free copy of Silver Pearl from Less Than Three Press. Tell me what you're thinking! Ask me anything! I'll announce the winner on Saturday, March 23.
Here is Silver Pearl's official blurb:
Standing in a meadow late at night, not really certain why, Joel is shocked when he encounters a unicorn—one that turns into a beautiful young man. Joel aches to be closer to the unicorn, but everyone knows unicorns only approach virgins. After a brutal attack that left him broken and afraid, Joel is no longer that.
Then hunters appear, determined to take down the unicorn, and Joel will have to overcome the horrors of his past in order to save his chance at a future.
Here is the excerpt:
Moonlight lay silver over the meadow, catching beads of dew in sparkles like tiny stars balanced on each blade of grass, except where the shadows of trees made soft patches of shade. A barred owl soared down from a tamarack tree, a silent glide low over the grass, and then stroked the luminous air to vanish into a fir tree.
The young man standing in the shadows followed the owl’s flight with his eyes. Otherwise he stood as motionless as the barely breathing trees, a silent sentinel, nude but for a quilt around his shoulders. Waiting. Nervous.
Joel wasn’t even sure what he waited for. He just knew that sometime tonight, the moonlight would be answered. He swallowed hard, heart racing, hands clenched. Part of him wanted to run back home.
Perhaps he was finally going crazy. There was no logic in hiking up to this clearing behind his house, naked, in the middle of the night, wrapped only in a quilt. Just an urge to do it, and a feeling that at last, finally, everything that had made him different, set him apart, would be explained. Tonight was the night he’d been waiting for. And fearing. Something would happen. He wasn’t sure—
Warm breath caressed his shoulder. He was no longer alone.
Do not move.
The words were in his mind, clear, forceful, not to be disobeyed. Terror filled him, the familiar terror, far too ingrained to be ignored. Invaded! His mind this time, not only his body!
Oh, God, why had he come here? Why hadn’t he run? He wanted to be left alone; he was all right when he was alone, safe, alone—he whirled around, bringing one arm up to shield his face, clutching the quilt closer with the other.
A unicorn stood behind him.