Hi guys, welcome to my stop on the Copper Girl Blog Tour, I gotta say that I´m absolutely thrilled to be a part of this, why?, well for starters Jennifer Allis Provost is a super girl easy to talk to and really fun plus she is amazing!!!!! hear this out. my ARC of this book got lost in the mail, I was devastated thought I lost my chance to be a pat of the tour and everything, so I contact Jen to let her know that I couldn´t review her book cause well the book never arrived (Damm mail) but that I could do a spotlight or post an excerpt. do you guys know what Jen did????
She send me and E-ARC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Isn´t she amazing!!!!
ok, ok back on topic, so after my devastation and posterior fangirliness over the awesomesauce girl that is Jennifer Allis Provost, I opened my kindle and started reading and ohhh boy!!!! so yeah this is going to be a big fat fangirl review!!!!!!! LOL!!!!
Back cover matter:
Sara had always
been careful.
She never spoke
of magic, never associated with those suspected of handling magic, never
thought of magic, and never, ever, let anyone see her mark. After all, the last
thing she wanted was to end up missing, like her father and brother.
Then, a silver
elf pushed his way into Sara's dream, and her life became anything but
ordinary.
First I need, need, need to say that this book is amazing!!!! It´s the must fun I had in a while. I loved it cover to cover. It took me about six or seven hours to devour this book. when I sat down to start my first thought was, "I´m going to read for a couple of hours and I´ll continue tomorrow". LOL!!! yeah that never happened. I was sucked in by this baby badly and when I noticed I was done, done done!!!
Soooooo!!!!! What I loved the most about this book was that It wasn´t filled with fluff, we are given exactly what we need to understand the plot and start making conjetures, the characters are strong and even though we are trapped in the mist of everything that is going on around Sara, we aren´t sofocated with information.
The Idea that Magic exists in the world but is banned is just preposterous but so cool for book material LOL!!! and ohh the twist and turns this baby has, OMG!!! and let me tell you if I need to go around with a set of extra underwear everytime i´m on the park, (you´ll get this as soon as you read the book) things are going to get weird fast LOL!!!! my hubbs wont aprove for sure.
Sara lives hidden behind a desk, behind work and behind the only real friend she has, but inside her there´s enough power to do great things, she just need to find the courage to let herself loose and get to know herself.
Micah it´s our Elf, I really thought I wasnpt going to like this part of the story cause well lets face it after watching Lord of the Rings, Legolas kinda killed my love for elves LOl!!! But thank god for Micah, I loved, loved, loved him. He is completly submerged in magic, he breathes magic and doesn´t know any other way.
The pairing was amazingly funny, being so different and all, bu it worked wonderfully, the world the autthor created is one of a kind, I´ve never read anything like it, heck I wanted to live there and im not talking about the real world nononono!!!! you guys need to read this book, like reallueally need to get this book.
I´m even thinking of getting a tatt, that rave would look pretty awesome in my back LOL!!!!
Now, Now, Now!!! Don´t forget to enter the raffle the author has for you it´s amazing!!!! here is what you guys can win.
A Token (replica from the book)
A T-shirt
and $10 B&N giftcard
Author bio:
Jennifer Allis
Provost is a native New Englander who lives in a sprawling colonial along with
her beautiful and precocious twins, a dog, a parrot (maroon bellied conure, to
be exact), two cats, and a wonderful husband who never forgets to buy ice
cream. As a child, she read anything and everything she could get her hands on,
including a set of encyclopedias, but fantasy was always her favorite. She
spends her days drinking vast amounts of coffee, arguing with her computer, and
avoiding any and all domestic behavior.
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CHAPTER ONE, Part I
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
My office, like most modern offices,
cranked the air conditioning down to Arctic proportions during the summer
months. Consequently, we workers arrived in the morning dressed in sandals and
sleeveless tops, donned heavy sweaters upon reaching our desks, and ended up
shivering by noon. Ironically, when our workday ended we were hit by a wall of
oppressive heat the moment we stepped outside the main doors. No, this wasn’t a
flawed system in the slightest.
That day, I wasn’t having it. I had the
grand idea of spending my lunch hour outside, away from the icy wind stiffening
my fingers and chilling my neck. After I unwound myself from the afghan I kept
in my desk (and only used in the summer months), I gathered up my lunch and my
phone and headed out for an impromptu picnic in my car.
What I hadn’t considered was that the
office runs the air conditioning so cold because it was, well, hot outside.
Very hot, in fact. So hot that the cheese was melting in my sandwich and the
lettuce looked like something that had washed ashore months, maybe even years,
ago. I was parked in the shade and had taken down my car’s convertible top, but
I still couldn’t manage to get comfortable. I’d already shed my sandals and
cardigan, which left me wearing my sundress and…
Dare I?
I glanced around the parking lot of Real
Estate Evaluation Services, the ‘go-to firm for all your commercial real estate
needs’, according to the brochures. No one, human or drone, was taking a
noontime stroll, and, by virtue of my being on the far side of the lot, no cars
were near mine. Most of my coworkers didn’t even have cars, so the lot was
rarely more than half-full. What was more, from where I sat, I couldn’t even
see the office.
I dared.
I took a deep breath and channeled my inner
wild woman, then leaned the seat back and slipped off my panties. Removing that
small bit of cotton made an incredible difference, and the heat became somewhat
bearable. Enjoyable, even. Was that a breeze?
Ignoring my decrepit sandwich, I fully
reclined the seat, set the alarm on my phone, and closed my eyes. A nap. Now that
would make today bearable.
***
Suddenly, he is there.
Here.
Kissing me, holding me.
I know I'm dreaming, because he's
perfect. His lips are soft but insistent, his hands gentle. I glide my fingers
across his back, feeling thick cords of muscle, before sinking my fingers into
his hair. It’s superfine, like cobwebs, and when I crack an eyelid, I learn
that it’s silver. Not gray or white, but the elegant hue of antique
candlesticks and fine flatware. Cool.
I squeeze my eyes shut again, not
wanting the dream to end any sooner than it has to. He kisses me once more, and
I can’t help melting against him. His hand travels up my leg, up past my hip…
shit! No panties!
I try twisting away, but he already
knows. I feel his mouth stretch into a smile, and he moves to nuzzle my neck.
"What’s your name?" he murmurs.
"Sara," I reply.
"Yours?"
"Micah." By now, his hands
have traveled to my waist, and he slides one around to stroke the small of my
back. "Why did you summon me, Sara?"
"I didn’t," I protest. "I
don’t know how." I would say more, but he nibbles a trail from my neck to
my shoulder, and pushes my dress to the side. As for me, I let him.
Micah raises his head, and I get a good
look at him for the first time. His eyes are large and dark gray, like
thunderheads, his features chiseled into warm caramel skin, and his unruly mop
of silver hair seems to float around his head. He wears an odd, buff-colored
leather shirt, made all the odder in this heat, and matching leather pants and
boots. Boots?
"You did summon me," he
insists. "My Sara, you must tell me why."
"Does it matter?" I ask. I pull him back to
me, kissing him with all the passion I’ve never felt with anyone during my
waking hours. Micah kisses me back, fingers deftly unbuttoning my dress while
his other hand rubs my lower back. I’ve never felt so free, so alive as I do in
Micah’s embrace, and I have no intention of rushing this. None at all.
H. D. Gordon is the bestselling author of THE ALEXA MONTGOMERY SAGA, THE SURAH STORMSONG NOVELS and THE JOE KNOWE SERIES. She is twenty-five years old and a true lover of words. When not hanging out with her two beautiful daughters, she can be found reading, writing, or just taking in the world so that she can translate it's beauty and wonders into the written word.
