Thursday, November 3, 2016

Exclusive Sneak Peek: In the Blue Hour by Elizabeth Hall + Giveaway (US/Can)

In the Blue Hour
Elizabeth Hall

Elise Brooks dreams of a car accident on an icy road. Weeks later, her beloved husband, Michael, is killed in just such a crash. Now, overcome with grief and uncertainty, Elise believes his spirit may be following her in the form of a raven, trying to tell her something from beyond the grave.

Desperate to understand the signs, Elise embraces both the Native American wisdom she grew up with and the world of psychics and seers. So when a tarot-card reader suggests she take a journey to the mysterious address found in Michael’s old jacket, she embarks on a cross-country trek to follow the clues.

Accompanied by Tom Dugan, an engineer and scientist who does not believe in psychics, mediums, or the hoodoo “conjure woman” they encounter on the road, Elise navigates the rituals and omens of the spirit world in an attempt to unravel the mystery of her husband’s message.


PROLOGUE

The night waited. She could hear the flakes of snow as they pillowed on the ground, heard the hoot of an owl, hidden in the brush of the pines. And somewhere, deep beneath the surface of that heavy silence, she could hear the beating of her own heart. It was keeping time, marking the minutes, the seconds, which had slowed to a frozen crawl. From a distance came the sound of the car, making its way up the hillside of the mountain pass. The muffled sound of tires, crunching through patches of snow, interspersed with the slapping sound made by contact with wet pavement. Getting closer.

From the air above, the car looked like a soft gray pearl, rolling along the side of the mountain. Elise watched, as if she were already a part of the heavens, a part of the moon and stars, as her silver vehicle rounded the curves of La Veta Pass in the moonlight. She could see patches of snow sticking to the ground. The trees were coated with thick white icing. Fat flakes continued to fall, a thick blanket, tucking in the world like a mother would her child.

The sky was a deep gray-black, the color of midnight on a moonlit night. Clouds scuttled across the landscape, and for moments at a time, the moon would disappear altogether. Fingers of fog reached out from the canyons, snaking their way across the road, obscuring the sight of the silver car as it traveled. Then the fog would shift, the moon would find its way out again, and the soft light cast a sea of jewels on the snow, lighting the ice on the highway like diamonds. Pale light glittered on the roof of the car as it negotiated the turns of the frosty pass.

From her dreamlike vantage point, somewhere in the sky above, Elise watched, mesmerized, as the car failed to make the next curve in the road. The tires slid, unable to find traction on a patch of ice. The car glided sideways, sliding to the edge of the road, and in one smooth motion, skated off the side of the mountain. For one brief, eternal moment, it hung suspended in the night sky, like a silver bird that had forgotten how to flap its wings.

Then the car dipped and curved slowly to the canyon below. Clouds moved to block her view, but Elise could hear the sound of the vehicle crashing against rocks and trees, metal screeching and crunching in the freezing night. She heard the branches of trees snapping and breaking, the pounding of rock and earth disturbed by the heavy impact. The car settled somewhere near the river, snaking its way through the trees at the bottom of the canyon. She heard the sound of the engine, ticking like a heartbeat. She heard the hiss of steam from the smashed radiator. The river murmured, its song soft and muffled by snow and ice. She heard the flap of a bird’s wings, swooping up out of the canyon, and watched as the black bird flew off into the night.

Elise, watching from above, felt no pain.

Excerpted from In the Blue Hour by Elizabeth Hall with permission of the publisher, Lake Union Publishing. Copyright 2016 © Elizabeth Hall. All rights reserved.

About the Author




Elizabeth Hall, author of Miramont’s Ghost, has worked as a teacher, communications consultant, and radio host. She spent many years in the mountains of Colorado and now resides in the Pacific Northwest, where she indulges in the fiber arts of knitting, beading, and weaving.

In the Blue Hour is her second novel.




Giveaway!


Books à la Mode is giving away one print copy of In the Blue Hour—yay!

To enter, all you have to do is tell me in the comments below:
Have you ever had a literal dream come true? As in, you dreamed something while you were asleep and then it actually happened to you?
Please make your comment MEANINGFUL. Comments solely consisting of stock responses or irrelevant fluff like "Thanks for the giveaway!" will not be considered for entry. Elizabeth and I really want to hear from you guys! :)

I don't know if I have any specific events or situations I've dreamed, but I definitely have weird moments where something random will pop up in my daily life (like a particular cartoon character in a newspaper, a religious emblem on someone's wall, etc.) and then I'll remember I dreamed about it the night prior. Super strange!

Don't forget the entry eligibility terms and conditions!
Sponsored wholly by the tour publicist and publisher—a huge thank you to TLC Book Tours and Lake Union Publishing!
Giveaway ends November 17th at 11.59 PM (your time).
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Good luck!