Wednesday, 31 July 2013

#BODYANDBLOOD Blog Tour: #Giveaway and Excerpt

Hello, Therians!
It is an honor, once again, to be featuring The Survivors Series by Amanda Havard on my blog!
The Body & Blood Blog Tour is almost over!!
Have you entered the super amazing giveaway??
You could win an iPad 2 16GB pre-loaded with all three books, plus other awesome prizes!!
I'm even more excited today because I get to show off my new Book Boyfriend!!
Mark Winter **sigh** is gorgeous, sexy, mysterious, and has a killer (literally) naughty, bad boy side that I'd love to get to know better!! I'm so in love with him. If only he'd forget about all the other woman in this series. They keep giving him the run around, dammit!!
Enjoy the excerpt below. It's from Mark's POV and gives you a glimpse into just how charming my Polly can be!!

The game has changed.

Fresh from her first brush with mortality, a fragile Sadie Matthau is playing human with Cole Hardwick while the Survivors endure unimaginable tragedy. Wrought with the first deaths of their own kind, a tyrant who will torture them, and an opponent more terrifying than anyone could have foreseen, the Survivors are facing their end.
Told from three points of view, The Survivors: Body & Blood is a bloodcurdling, mind-bending, heart-stopping ride. As Sadie and the Winters uncover more enemies, more history, and more answers, they find themselves brought closer together and ripped further apart. And all the while, a haunting Alexander Raven lurks at the edge of Sadie’s lifeline, at the darkening fringes of her mind.
As the Survivors descend into chaos, Sadie realizes a painful truth: the deepest of secrets leave the darkest of marks.

Caught between a terrifying fantasy and her own grim reality, Body & Blood is the story of Sadie’s dance with her demons, future, past, and present.
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So I worried fiercely. Was I making a mistake in going with Sadie and leaving those two on their own?

No. No. I steeled myself. We had to do what we’d planned.

Besides, I was the strong one. They turned it into jokes and made fun of my general way of life, but it didn’t change facts. I could turn that stupid bloodlust to a nothing feeling if the right mix of other feelings distracted me. I could unlink that particularly lethal urge from all other urges.

. . . like I did later that night when a particularly attractive girl was cleaning up at the hotel bar. She was human, sure, but I was well fed and generally calm in the balmy late-summer night, and/or needing a way to escape my own mind, so she seemed fair game. After showering to get any blood, dirt, or other crime scene remnants off of me, I made my way back down to the bar. Which I knew was closed.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed,” she said as I entered the semi-enclosed area. She kept her eyes to her work.

“Oh really?” I said, slipping into a booth on the other side of the place. “Bummer. And here I was ready for a night cap.”

She laughed, still not looking in my direction. “Nightcap? It’s nearly 6 a.m.”

“Some of us have later nights than others. Surely you understand. You’re here wiping down bar counters, and I’d fare to guess this is the end of your night, not the beginning of your morning,” I said, and I added the charm. The Charm. The one a girl hears in a boy’s voice, and it isn’t a cheesy pick up line, and it doesn’t involve telling a girl she’s beautiful in the first seven seconds of knowing her, and it doesn’t involve anything definable in the least. It’s just charm. Strangeness “and charm. That’s what gets them. Every time.

She looked up. It wasn’t ever what I said. It was the way I said it.

“You have a point,” she said.

I got to my feet. “Well, sorry to bother you. I guess I just travel so much I get spoiled by 24-hour establishments. I can fend for myself in the minibar. You have a good night, cher.” Cher. The familiar colloquialism I picked up — in er, New Orleans — that some people understood and some people didn’t, but somehow the meaning was clear: A casual, less demeaning/condescending/pick-something version of “sweetheart” or something like it. And it always worked.

I turned and headed for the door.

“Wait,” she said. I smiled and then exhaled, regaining the cool before I turned around. Game on. “You can stay. If you want. I could use the company.”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

 If you missed my reviews for each book in The Survivors Series, here they are:

  • Grand Prize of an iPad 2 16GB pre-loaded with all three books, the Immersedition, complete soundtracks, music videos, and exclusive content from Amanda Havard

  • The Runner-Up Prize is a set of autographed copies of the entire The Survivors Series.

The Body & Blood Soundtrack Sessions follow Amanda Havard as she talks about each song found on the soundtrack for the third book in THE SURVIVORS SERIES, Body & Blood, and performs exclusive acoustic versions of each song. Want more Survivors soundtrack music? Check out the rest of the B&B Sessions, the original songs written exclusively for the series, and the full soundtrack

Other books in The Survivors series:
In 1692, when witch trials gripped the community of Salem, Massachusetts, twenty-six children were accused as witches, exiled, and left for dead. Fourteen of them survived. The Survivors is the first installment of the tantalizing tales of the fourteen ill-fated Survivors and their descendants, who have been content in hiding for over three centuries. Isolated on a Montana mountainside, only Sadie, the rogue daughter, dares to abandon the family's sacred hiding place. But no matter how far Sadie runs, something always pulls her back. On a muggy summer night in Tennessee, she witnesses a shocking scene that will change her life forever. It is the first in a sequence of events that will drag her from the human world she's sought to belong to for over a century and send her back to her Puritanical family and into an uncertain future filled with cunning witches, mysterious nosferatu shape-shifters, dangerous eretica and vieczy vampires, millennia-old mythology, and the search for her own mortality. After all... HOW DO YOU KILL A SURVIVOR? The Survivors will steal your heart and invade your mind. Fall into the pages of Sadie's life, a world so frighteningly similar to your own, you'll find yourself wanting to go to the Montana mountains to find the Survivors for yourself. And it is only the beginning.

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The winter is upon us. The Survivors are in chaos. The war is coming.

One year ago, Sadie Matthau was living among humans, existing as one of them. But now she wakes each morning in a house in the Survivors City, listening to the invocations and insults of her family members as they cope with their new future. A war. Rogue abandoners turned monsters. Sadie and the icy Winters living in their midst, bringing the outside world in.

The Survivors: Point of Origin is Sadie's quest to save her family. But can she find what she is looking for when she can barely stomach the Winters wintry demeanor and finds herself distracted by Cole Hardwick s warm heart? Will she be able to uncover her family's history even as the elders grip tightens around her throat? In an action packed ride full of magic and misery, terror and triumph, Sadie Matthau seeks the Survivors beginning just in time to face her end

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Amanda Havard thinks in stories. She writes books and songs, tells stories to people over coffee or in elaborate iPad apps, in short films or subtle photographs. Stories are her life. THE SURVIVORS: BODY & BLOOD is her third novel, and is an amalgamation of all of her storytelling love combined. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she now lives in Nashville, Tennessee, a place where creativity drips from the sap of the trees, radiates from the attitude of the population, and seeps from the concrete. The inventor of the Immersedition™ interactive book app, Havard is always looking for the next best story-- and the most innovative way to tell it.


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