A book a day...keeps insanity away! I am an avid book reader. When I am not reading, I love to play the piano, sing, or shop until I drop! Reading has been a huge part of my life since I was young and my Mom introduced me to the public library! Since then I have not stopped reading! I hope you enjoy my reviews!
I am very excited to be a part of the blog tour for Pledged by Gwynneth White! It will be released September 1, 2012. Here is a summary of the book:
Everyone has a soul mate. But what do you do when
your soul mate wouldrather give his soul to the demons than be with you?
Seventeen-year-old Erin has
a problem. Seth has been hers forever, but now an ancient promise is tearing
him away. And Reuel, the demon to whom the promise was made, will stop at
nothing to force Seth to forsake Erin and to worship him.
How can Erin win against a
pledge so binding that it has damned countless others to the same fate she and
Seth will face if Reuel wins – an eternity alone?
The answer lies in the
past. To find it, Erin and Seth must risk all, travelling back in time to a
dangerous world where love is forbidden, and life – and death – hang on a promise.
Follow Erin and Seth as they travel to ancient Shenaya to
break the pledge that has plagued their families for millennia. Caught in a war
between the Angelic Guardians and the Gefallen, the disembodied dead, they must
fight to keep their souls in tact and their love untainted.
Doesn't this book sound awesome??? Now here is a SNEAK PEEK excerpt from Pledged:
Meet Seth and Erin
. . .
Despite the heat, Seth felt icy. Dread
could do that to him. Or so he had recently discovered. Deep breathing usually
calmed him, so he sucked in a lungful of desert air and told himself to relax.
It didn’t help. By the time he’d walked from the aircraft to the immigration
hall he’d ripped off a jagged piece of thumbnail, already bitten raw. He handed
his US passport to the Botswanan border official, and, after a frown, and a stamp,
he joined the crowd at the baggage carousel. Botswana in southern Africa was
the last place on earth he’d ever have picked for a holiday destination. But he
wasn’t here on holiday. Not even close.
His backpack was slow in coming. Tired
from his long-haul flight from New York, he leaned against the wall and closed
his eyes. Almost as if to mock him, the hated vision that had brought him to
Botswana burst into his mind. In an instant he was back in ancient times,
watching a man he knew only as Gideon. As usual, Gideon was huddled on a
windswept hill with his band of hopeless soldiers, waiting to be slaughtered by
a huge army gathered in the valley below.
Seth snapped his eyes open to stop the battle
from waging in his mind. It wasn’t that he was particularly squeamish; he’d
watched enough movies to iron clad his stomach against gory visuals. But no
movie had ever left him icy with dread the way Gideon’s battle did. And the
reason for that was simple. The moment the visions had started, he had known
that the war, fought so long ago in a place he’d never heard of, was far from
over. And, as reluctant as he was, he too was being enlisted to fight in a
cause he didn’t understand or want.
He forced himself to focus on the
present: Erin, who waited for him in the arrivals hall; his brother Kyle, whom
he’d come to Botswana to visit; Kyle’s expedition to find the Lost City of the
Kalahari . . .
He ripped off another piece of
fingernail. Thinking about the search for the Lost City was almost as bad as
the war-vision. I hope Kyle never finds
the damned place. He slapped his hand on his thigh. Enough! Grabbing his backpack off the carousel, he set his face
into a smile and strode into the arrivals hall.
The first hurdle was finding Erin. She
was due to arrive an hour earlier on a flight from Cape Town in South Africa, one
of Botswana’s neighbours. He’d never met her, although they had spoken over the
phone once. Then she’d described herself as “a short, seventeen-year-old (a
year younger than him) with a mass of ginger hair.” She’d sounded nice. Meeting
her was the one ray of brightness in this otherwise dark picture.
He stopped to scan the crowd. A petite
girl with shoulder length, reddish-blonde curls, dressed in skinny jeans and a
purple blouse, immediately caught his eye. It had to be Erin. Nice legs.What’s it with girls that they always under-sell themselves? He
studied her face with his artist’s eye.
Vermeer would’ve killed to paint her. Suddenly wishing he didn’t look so
grimy after his three plane-changes, he walked over to join her. “Hi, I’m Seth.
You’ve got to be Erin. My brother’s just married your sister Izzy.”
“And after only knowing each other for
about a week.”
Her dimpled grin was infectious, making
him crack his trademark crooked smile. “Madness.”
“Mysterious.” Erin cocked her head to one
side, seemingly appraising him. He knew he had been accurate when he’d told her
he was tall and dark-haired. But what he had failed to mention was what girls
had often said they liked about him: his strong, angular face, softened by
expressive brown eyes. He watched her eyes rove over his grey Muse:Resistance t-shirt, taking in his broad shoulders and chest. From
there they darted down his black camo-pants to his boots. Amused by her blatant
assessment, he cocked his head to one side, watching her. Suddenly Erin giggled
– was she embarrassed? – and picked up her bag.
“We’ve yet another plane to catch. My
fourth in the last twenty-four hours,” Seth said, hoping to explain away his
rumpled appearance. “To a place called Maun.”