We are absolutely over the moon excited about
the Release Day Launch for Courtney Cole's GUARDIAN!!!
GUARDIAN is a YA
Paranormal Romance, and a book close to Courtney’s heart. Not only is this
fabulous book back in a big way, it's Courtney's birthday! To celebrate all of
the awesome she is making a few select titles only .99 TODAY ONLY! Grab
them all and thank us later.
Synopsis
Sometimes, things that go bump in the night are real.
My
name is Whitney Lane. I’m sixteen years
old and at first, I thought I was crazy.
I
kept seeing shadows move along walls, and hearing whispers around corners, but
whenever I looked, there was never anything there.
Until
one day, there was.
Our
world isn’t what we think. There are
things around us, good things, bad things, scary things.
Things
that we tell ourselves aren’t real, but they are.
They’re
very real, and they’re terrifying.
I’ve
been swept up now, in a battle of good and evil, confused about love and what
is supposed to be love, but isn’t. I
don’t know what to think anymore. I
can’t trust my emotions and I don’t know what is true.
There’s
only one thing I know for sure.
Nothing
is what it seems.
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I kept seeing shadows move along walls, and hearing whispers around corners, but whenever I looked, there was never anything there.
Until one day, there was.
Our world isn’t what we think. There are things around us, good things, bad things, scary things.
Things that we tell ourselves aren’t real, but they are.
They’re very real, and they’re terrifying.
I’ve been swept up now, in a battle of good and evil, confused about love and what is supposed to be love, but isn’t. I don’t know what to think anymore. I can’t trust my emotions and I don’t know what is true.
There’s only one thing I know for sure.
Nothing is what it seems.
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Excerpt
Sometimes the things that go bump
in the night are real.
Happy birthday to me.
I
close my eyes and burrow into my pillow as I try to sleep, as I try to escape
this life.
It’s a life I never thought I’d have, a life I most certainly
don’t want.
I’m
still feeling sorry for myself as the blackness of sleep finally overtakes me.
I
don’t know what time it is when I shoot straight upward like a rocket.
Something had yanked me from the oblivion of sleep, something loud and shrill
scraping my window.
My room is completely dark and I glanceat my clock in
confusion.
3:00 a.m.
As
my heart pounds hard against my ribcage, I quickly scan every corner of the
room.
In
the last few hours, dark shadows had migrated onto my pink walls, but they’re
familiar, nothing out of the ordinary, although in the night, they seem twisted
and scary.
I remain motionless as I allow the sleep-induced fog to clear from
my brain.
As I sit, I feel common sense and logic slowly returning.
Of
course nothing had touched my window because my bedroom is on the second floor.
Nothing can reach it. And there are no trees near enough to brush against
it. It was just a dream.
It was only a dream.
I chant it silently to myself like
a mantra as I consciously slow my breathing down, hoping that my racing pulse
will soon follow. It was only a dream.
But just as I’m calming down, I
hear it again.
A high-pitched shrill shriek,
reminiscent of fingernails on a chalkboard, scraping down my window. I gasp and
pull my feet up to my chest, which is when I notice the temperature.
I notice because I can see my
breath.
Timidly, I blow a puff out again,
watching the way my breath turns white in the air.
Holy crap. Oh my God.
What the hell?
The sound stops and stillness
surrounds me once again, the silence so loud that it echoes in my ear.
Nothing moves around me, the
shadows are perfectly still as they twist across my wall. They look like
mangled fingers and arms and legs, but they don’t move.
My legs are weak and shaking, but
I know I have to move. I have to move off my bed because it feels
like something is under it. Something terrifying.
With a leap, I bound across the
room, my feet hitting the floor several feet away from the edge of my
bed.
The floor is ice cold, as though
it had been covered in a blanket of snow.
I’m trembling as I race to the far
wall and check the thermostat. Because that’s the only explanation.
I must’ve bumped it earlier, I must’ve turned the AC way down.
But the luminous numbers stare at
me in contradiction.
74 degrees.
It must be broken. It has to be broken.
My breath is coming in pants now,
terrified, anxious pants.
My fear isn’t logical. I
know there’s nothing here. I’m the only one in this room.
Or am I?
The air seems to push at me from
all around, something dark, something heavy, something real. Something
unseen.
My fingers shake, my legs tremble,
and then all of a sudden, they can no longer support my weight. I go down
like a pile of bricks, collapsing onto the floor. I lie still because I
can’t move, because something seems to sit on my chest, holding me down.
The shadows start to move, to
slither across the walls, to reach and pull and dance.
I struggle to focus, to see what
it is.
But all I can see are the numbers
on the thermostat suddenly moving, rapidly counting down from 74 to 20.
Twenty degrees?
The air is frigid as I suck it in,
as I try to pull the ice crystals into my mouth so I can breathe.
All of a sudden, there’s a
blackness in front of me. It hovers over me, a shapeless mass, sucking in
the cells of the air, the atoms and the molecules. It’s darker than the
blackness of my room, blacker than the blackest black.
Something is here.
With me.
“Dad?” I whisper in a white
puff. Because what else could it be?
I
reach out a finger to touch it, and then I can’t see anything else, because the
darkness of it surrounds me, bleeding into everything else, even my
vision. The shriek is back, screaming into my ears, bleeding into
my brain.
Then there’s nothing.
To celebrate the release of GUARDIAN and Courtney's
birthday the following books are on sale for .99, today only!
Purchase Links
GUARDIAN
Confessions of an Alli Cat
Dante's Girl
Mia's Heart The Minaldi Legacy Soul Kissed Soul Bound
About the
Author
Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast
if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that
corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She
loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people. Courtney
lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince
Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get their
orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.
Author
Links
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My favorite type of paranormal to read is vampires - sexy vampires;)
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