Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Promo/Tour: Wombstone by Jessica Roscoe

Title: Wombstone: A Vampireland Novel 
Author: Jessica Roscoe 
Genre: YA Paranormal (Warning - Mature Readers only 15+. Book includes violence, swearing and sex scenes) 
Publisher: Indiana Ink Publishing 
Release Date: March 1st, 2013 
Edition/Formats available: Ebook 

Mia Blake wasn’t the first girl to be taken by the vampires. She is kidnapped and held prisoner by Caleb, the world’s oldest and most powerful vampire. Turned against her will, Mia must find a way to free herself from Caleb’s grip and get back to those she loves. But defeating the world’s most powerful vampire isn't going to be easy…

Author Information:
Jessica Roscoe is the author of Wombstone, a Young Adult paranormal novel. From a young age, she delighted in the written word and would often scare her poor parents with outlandish stories filled with the supernatural and macabre. Jessica studied film and screenwriting at university before deciding that novels were her calling. The setting for Wombstone was inspired by a six-month stint in the U.S. where she worked as a lifeguard at a summer camp in Mt Freedom, New Jersey. She is currently working on the next book in the Vampireland series. Her other loves in life include good quality tea, delicious wine, reading and hanging out with her husband and baby girl.

Book Links: 
Goodreads Author Page

“What do you want?” I kept throwing questions at him. “Who are you?”

“You are here,” he answered. “If you keep asking questions, I’ll kill you.”

“You broke my nose,” I said accusingly, narrowing my eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, coming closer, peering at my nose. “I could punch you again, straighten it up?”

I pulled my head back, just out of his reach. “I’ll be fine, thanks.”

“Do you need anything? More blankets?”

I stared incredulously at this teetering Jekyll and Hyde who wanted to punch me and get me a blankie in the same conversation. “I need to get home,” I said slowly, as if I were speaking to a moron. “I have my geometry final in two days.”

His tone was dry. “Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem anymore.”

Fear shot up my spine again. “Look” - I started.

“No, you look,” he said dangerously, putting a hot hand around my throat and squeezing. “I didn’t come in here to make casual conversation.”

I gasped and choked for air.

“Just do what you’re told. Cooperate. It will be over soon enough.”

I nodded, still choking. He released his grip and I fell to my knees, holding my throat with both hands. He waited, staring at me blankly, as I found the air to speak.

As I asked the question I wasn’t sure I wanted answered.

“Are you going to kill me?”

He laughed, but his mask slipped a little, because he faltered. “Of course not.”

“Well then you’re pretty stupid,” I shot. “Letting me see your face. Your license plate. Your tattoo.” I pointed to the black, luminous symbol etched onto his wrist that looked like a pair of eagle’s wings.

“Are you trying to talk me into it?” he asked with a smirk.

I glared at him.

“I know what you’re doing, sweetie. You’re trying to provoke me.”

“How am I doing so far?”

He grinned like the smug bastard he was. “Terribly.”

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