Monday, April 8, 2013

Eyes of Ember by Rebecca L. Ethington Excerpt + Giveaway!

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Eyes of Ember
Rebecca L. Ethington

Joclyn is in hiding, hunted by the man she still desperately loves. Ryland is gone, his mind erased, no memory of Joclyn remains. But, Joclyn’s heart desperately begs her to hold out hope. While, in reality the black eyed monster that possesses him, attempts to kill her over and over. 
If it wasn’t for Ilyan, Joclyn would be dead by now.

Ilyan. The man who once stalked her, is now Joclyn’s protector, the only thing she has left. He protects Joclyn from the men who seek to end her life, and while she is haunted by dreams where Ryland begs her to break the bond between them.

Ilyan is there. Always there.

Ilyan trains and prepares her, teaching her everything she needs to know in the hope that one day she can avenge Ryland, if not protect herself from him.

And then there is her father.

The man who has never been there, is suddenly responsible for everything. And who he is has made Joclyn into something she never wanted to be.

The Silnỳ.

Chapter 1

My body called out in pain as I moved, each shift of weight sending pain through me. I ignored it all, my focus only on finding Ryland.

“Ryland!” I yelled out loudly. I was sure he was right there, sure he was going to answer me.

Strong arms encircled me, and for one fleeting moment I was sure it was Ryland. But the arms were wrong. They were leaner, stronger. I pushed away from Ilyan’s arms, screaming out as the pain from my aching body became too much. “Joclyn! What’s wrong?” Ilyan’s yelled above my screams, his eyes as wide as mine in his panic at being awoken. “Ryland!” I yelled out again, not giving Ilyan an answer. I continued to scream and yell for Ryland as I scrambled across the floor, my legs giving out a few steps in. I tumbled down to the ground as another wave of pain shot through my spine, crippling me.

“Joclyn!” Ilyan was at my side immediately, his hands moving to press against me.

“Don’t!” I yelled, pushing him away. I didn’t need his magic to calm or heal me. I didn’t need him. I needed Ryland. “I have to find Ryland!”

I clawed my way toward the window, desperate to get out, to see if I could sense him. To see if I could save him. He was in my dream, he remembered me in the dream. No, it wasn’t a dream, it was a Tȍuha. A shared consciousness. I still had a chance to save him.

“Ryland?” Ilyan said.

“Yes!” I yelled, continuing to claw my way toward the glass. “He was there. In the Tȍuha. I saw him, he... he remembered me... I can save him...” I reached the glass as my spine clenched again. I screamed as my body threw me to the ground, the pain incapacitating me.

Ilyan was there a moment later, his magic rushing into me in a wave of power. My body relaxed as the pain seeped away despite its attempt to possess me.

“He’s gone, Silnỳ. He’s gone,” Ilyan said.

“No! I saw him, in the Tȍuha. He remembered me. He...”

“It wasn’t a Tȍuha, Silnỳ...” Ilyan moved me toward him, my pain filled body unable to resist the unwanted contact. “It was... I saw him.” I was becoming desperate. I needed him to understand. I was running out of time.

“No. Your necklace still lies in the bathroom and your magic... Silnỳ, your magic is not strong enough to connect with him without it.” I tried to push away from him, but it was useless. My body was too weak.

“I saw him, Ilyan... I saw him.” I needed to get to him, I needed to open the window and find him.

“It was a dream, Silnỳ. He’s gone.”

“No!” I sobbed, attempting to move away from Ilyan again, but he held me in place. “No, I saw him.”

“He’s gone.”

Slowly I gave in, the tears of my pain and my broken heart too much for me to fight. I cried into Ilyan’s bare chest, his hair falling around both of us as he cradled me. I leaned into Ilyan as he began to sing. He sang the same song he had comforted me with the night he flew me away from Ryland.

The rough Czech words surrounded me as he sang over and over, soothing me back to sleep.

About the Author

As a kid, I loved writing scripts and performing; I moved on to short stories as I got older. I would proudly give them to my grand mother; she loved to read and owned a book store, I think I hoped my book would be there some day. I wrote and wrote and told stories and my grandmother always told me to type it up and she would get it published for me through her contacts. She was so proud. Well, I got older and performing became more important. I still wrote, but mostly scripts based on classic fairy tales. I got married I had a darling little girl, and then the unthinkable happened.

My grandmother had a stroke. The stroke accelerated her decline and she stopped talking, stopped remembering, stopped reading. She never finished the last Harry Potter book, her favorite series. I realized that I had failed her. So I sat down and started writing down a story I used to tell her all the time. It turned into a 130,000 word monstrosity that will never see the light of day. I gave up, and waited a few years. And then, when talking to my 93 year old grandfather (who still visits my grandmother in the hospital every day) A new story shot into my head. Everything was perfectly placed. And so I sat down and wrote Kiss of Fire in 18 days. It went through 5 drafts, and one really great editor before it made it to you.

I have 5 other series stuck in my head right now, 5 more stories that I would love to share with you. I love to let my imagination out and share whats in my head. I don’t intend on stopping any time soon.


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I was a glutton for The Baby-Sitter's Club about a group of teenage girls who were best friends in well, a baby-sitter's club lol. My parents and teachers hated when I read the books because they were pretty much the second-grade equivalent of smut, but  that's why the series was sooo good! My guiltiest childhood pleasure for sure. What about you?
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