Woohoo! My very first blog tour!
Today I'll be providing you guys with an awesome excerpt from Taryn Browning's new novel, Whispering Hills and a giveaway! (YAY!)
Check out SupaGurl Books for all the tour stops, if you're interested :)
Author: Taryn Browning
Release Date: March 19th 2012
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For as long as she can remember, 17-year-old Alexis Forbes can hear the thoughts of others. Most recently, she is disturbed by the dark, unfamiliar voice of a frightening killer: callous, cunning, charismatic…and dead. She hears his every sinister thought. But she can’t tell anyone. No one would believe her.
Alexis is suddenly being haunted by a terrifying past she doesn’t remember, and a ghost with a serious score to settle. Even Chance, the gorgeous new guy she’s falling for, has his own ghostly secret. He’s definitely not like any guy she’s ever met. Alexis soon discovers she has a connection to the dead and it runs much deeper than she could ever imagine.
And if the sociopathic entity has his way, she’ll finally be sentenced to the fate she escaped thirteen years ago.
Excerpt:
After telling Brooke about the horrible voice I’d heard at school, I paced the floor, from her dresser and back again, wearing a perfect line in the carpet.
I tripped over a pile of community college textbooks at the base of her desk. “I’m going to the lake.” I wasn’t sure if I was justifying my actions out loud, or just forcing myself to do something—anything—to locate the girl.
“For what? There’s nothing you can do.” She shot in front of me, blocking my path. “You’ve got to calm down before Mom hears you.”
“Trust me, she won’t. She’s too wrapped up in the bake sale and the October Festival to care.” I attempted to push by her, but she had me by at least twenty pounds and four inches. At five-foot-two, I wasn’t much of a match. “Move out of my way. If I can’t tell the cops, the least I can do is check it out. It’s a big lake. I’ll be fine.”
“Seriously, Alex, you have no idea if a murder actually occurred. So you heard it. It could have been hypothetical. You know, a guy who’s pissed off at his girlfriend.”
I stared at her, gazing into my own light brown eyes. People always said we looked similar, only Brooke’s curly auburn hair settled around her shoulders. Mine streamed clear down my back and refused to hold an ounce of curl.
“Okay, fine. You’re never wrong.” Brooke stepped away from the door. “Go. You’re not going to listen to me anyway.”
“I knew you were going to move. You made the decision before you said it.” I smiled victoriously.
“Save it,” she laughed, smiling tightly. “You and your telepathic mumbo jumbo suck.” She placed her arm out to block me again. “Why don’t you just probe the minds of every student at school? Someone’s bound to confess.”
“I guess it’s a mental glitch in my ‘psychic’ radar,” I replied. “But I can’t just probe them like aliens. You know I can’t eavesdrop at will.”
Her eyes lit up. “But wouldn’t that be awesome?” she grinned, no doubt plotting how she’d use the ability to read her college professors’ minds, or the minds of guys she had interest in.
Even though she couldn’t fully understand my ability, she loved and accepted me anyway. She did her best to support me when the voices became too overwhelming, but many times she treated my telepathy as something humorous or fantastic – both of which, it was not. Brooke joked because she didn’t understand how burdensome it was too literally hear other people’s decisions. As I had discovered today at school, the thoughts weren’t always pretty.
There will be three winners!
Each winner will either receive:
1. An e-copy of Whispering Hills
2. A Dark Seeker bookmark OR
3. A Whispering Hills bookmark
