Blog tour: Undertow by K.R. Conway
The Undertow blog tour stops here today. There's an excerpt and a giveaway. Enjoy!
Undertow (Undertow #1) by K.R. Conway
YA urban fantasy
Paperback/eBook, 398 pagesRelease Date: 10/18/13
Published by Conway (first published October 1st 2013)
Summary from Goodreads:
Luckless Eila is unknowingly the last of her kind: Rare. Gifted. Breakable. Stunning Raef is her kind's historic enemy: Soulless. Lethal. Lost. A legendary death 160 years before would set their lives to collide, forcing a beautiful killer to become a savior, a simple wallflower to become a warrior, and ruthless destiny to become a death sentence.
SUMMARY:
High school senior Eila Walker knows that good luck skips over her like an Easter Bunny on Speed. So when she inherits her grandmother's million-dollar Cape Cod home, she is downright shocked. And yeah, her new town isn't perfect: the cheerleaders are heinous clones, the local undertow can kill ya, and her Great Grams was supposedly fried by lightning in the harbor square. Still, Eila is hopeful her luckless days are in the past . . . until history decides to repeat itself.
A self-proclaimed loner and previous-social reject, Eila thinks she's hit the jackpot when drool-worthy Raef O’Reilly becomes her friendly, yet weirdly protective shadow. But being hauled beneath the waves by an unnatural undertow slams the brakes on bliss – especially when Raef storms to her aid with coal-black eyes and iron-like strength.
Eila, entirely freaked, demands an explanation and Raef comes clean, revealing that neither of them are average humans but rather the genetic remnants of an angelic pissing-match gone wrong. Eila supposedly can channel the power of human souls, while Raef is quite adept at stealing them. Even worse, the legend about her ancestor isn't such a myth, since Eila’s grandmother was one kick-ass warrior until her lightning-like power backfired. A power that is written all over Eila's DNA.
Now sought by Raef’s own family for her destructive ability, Eila must trust him to watch her back. But when a quest for information goes terribly wrong, Eila is suddenly left with only two options: become a weapon for the enemy or follow in her Gram’s fearless footsteps to save those she loves. Unfortunately she needs a willing enemy to ignite her suicidal energy and the only one she trusts has been guarding her butt and scorching her lips.
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Excerpt:
“Raef. I’m okay,” I said, trying to soothe his clearly stressed mental-state and hold myself together. “Kian said I don’t have a concussion. Really, I’m okay.” I tried to sound strong but my courage was fraying. I nearly died. So did Ana. Reality tried to rush into me, like a bitter gust of wind. Raef saw it in my face and crossed the galley, pulling me into his arms in a powerful embrace. It was as if he was trying to absorb my body into his and I would have willingly climbed inside him to hide. Holding me as if he would never let me go again, he rested his cheek on my head. “Thank God you’re safe,” he breathed into my cheek. He brought his face in front of mine, sweeping my hair back with his strong hands. “I am so sorry you were in danger! Again!” he swore under his breath, clearly angry with himself. “Saints, Eila - I have made so many mistakes . . .” “It’s not your fault,” I whispered as my arms reached around him, and I pulled his chest to my face. I rubbed my forehead against his soft shirt and his warmth radiated through the fabric, heating my entire body.
Summary from Goodreads:
Luckless Eila is unknowingly the last of her kind: Rare. Gifted. Breakable. Stunning Raef is her kind's historic enemy: Soulless. Lethal. Lost. A legendary death 160 years before would set their lives to collide, forcing a beautiful killer to become a savior, a simple wallflower to become a warrior, and ruthless destiny to become a death sentence.
SUMMARY:
High school senior Eila Walker knows that good luck skips over her like an Easter Bunny on Speed. So when she inherits her grandmother's million-dollar Cape Cod home, she is downright shocked. And yeah, her new town isn't perfect: the cheerleaders are heinous clones, the local undertow can kill ya, and her Great Grams was supposedly fried by lightning in the harbor square. Still, Eila is hopeful her luckless days are in the past . . . until history decides to repeat itself.
A self-proclaimed loner and previous-social reject, Eila thinks she's hit the jackpot when drool-worthy Raef O’Reilly becomes her friendly, yet weirdly protective shadow. But being hauled beneath the waves by an unnatural undertow slams the brakes on bliss – especially when Raef storms to her aid with coal-black eyes and iron-like strength.
Eila, entirely freaked, demands an explanation and Raef comes clean, revealing that neither of them are average humans but rather the genetic remnants of an angelic pissing-match gone wrong. Eila supposedly can channel the power of human souls, while Raef is quite adept at stealing them. Even worse, the legend about her ancestor isn't such a myth, since Eila’s grandmother was one kick-ass warrior until her lightning-like power backfired. A power that is written all over Eila's DNA.
Now sought by Raef’s own family for her destructive ability, Eila must trust him to watch her back. But when a quest for information goes terribly wrong, Eila is suddenly left with only two options: become a weapon for the enemy or follow in her Gram’s fearless footsteps to save those she loves. Unfortunately she needs a willing enemy to ignite her suicidal energy and the only one she trusts has been guarding her butt and scorching her lips.
Buy Links: Amazon | B&N | Kobo \ Goodreads
Excerpt:
“Raef. I’m okay,” I said, trying to soothe his clearly stressed mental-state and hold myself together. “Kian said I don’t have a concussion. Really, I’m okay.” I tried to sound strong but my courage was fraying. I nearly died. So did Ana. Reality tried to rush into me, like a bitter gust of wind. Raef saw it in my face and crossed the galley, pulling me into his arms in a powerful embrace. It was as if he was trying to absorb my body into his and I would have willingly climbed inside him to hide. Holding me as if he would never let me go again, he rested his cheek on my head. “Thank God you’re safe,” he breathed into my cheek. He brought his face in front of mine, sweeping my hair back with his strong hands. “I am so sorry you were in danger! Again!” he swore under his breath, clearly angry with himself. “Saints, Eila - I have made so many mistakes . . .” “It’s not your fault,” I whispered as my arms reached around him, and I pulled his chest to my face. I rubbed my forehead against his soft shirt and his warmth radiated through the fabric, heating my entire body.
What readers are saying:
WOrkS of FiCTioN – “All in all Undertow is a great book that not only keeps you guessing, but doesn’t let you set it down. I loved the characters and their interactions and definitely hoping for a continuation of their story.”
Reading Diva – “This series takes paranormal somewhere I haven’t been as a reader and I can’t wait to spend more time at the Cape or wherever Eila’s journey takes her. Do I recommend this book? Yes, Yes, Yes, and YES!” (TOP PICK winner)
Book Talks by the Library Lady – “I could not put this one down! Even when I needed to put it down, I had to almost immediately pick it back up. It took mere hours for me to read this entire book and I am truly ticked that Eila's next story won't be published until July 2014. I don't want to wait for this story to continue! This is an addictive read.”
About the Author
I have been a journalist for 15 years and serve on the Board of Directors for the Cape Cod Writers Center. I also drive a 16-ton school bus because I am ENTIRELY NUTS.
In addition to working jobs that should come with a warning label , I hold a BA in Psychos (Forensic Psych), torment the tourists about Jaws, and occasionally jump from the Town Neck bridge in an attempt to reclaim my youth.
I live on Cape Cod with two smallish humans who apparently are my kids, my fishing- obsessed husband, two canines (adept at both flatulence and snoring), and a cage-defiant lovebird that sleeps in a miniature tent. Nope - that's not a type-o. The bird is quite the indoor camper.
Author Links: Website | Goodreads | Twitter | Facebook
WOrkS of FiCTioN – “All in all Undertow is a great book that not only keeps you guessing, but doesn’t let you set it down. I loved the characters and their interactions and definitely hoping for a continuation of their story.”
Reading Diva – “This series takes paranormal somewhere I haven’t been as a reader and I can’t wait to spend more time at the Cape or wherever Eila’s journey takes her. Do I recommend this book? Yes, Yes, Yes, and YES!” (TOP PICK winner)
Book Talks by the Library Lady – “I could not put this one down! Even when I needed to put it down, I had to almost immediately pick it back up. It took mere hours for me to read this entire book and I am truly ticked that Eila's next story won't be published until July 2014. I don't want to wait for this story to continue! This is an addictive read.”
I have been a journalist for 15 years and serve on the Board of Directors for the Cape Cod Writers Center. I also drive a 16-ton school bus because I am ENTIRELY NUTS.
In addition to working jobs that should come with a warning label , I hold a BA in Psychos (Forensic Psych), torment the tourists about Jaws, and occasionally jump from the Town Neck bridge in an attempt to reclaim my youth.
I live on Cape Cod with two smallish humans who apparently are my kids, my fishing- obsessed husband, two canines (adept at both flatulence and snoring), and a cage-defiant lovebird that sleeps in a miniature tent. Nope - that's not a type-o. The bird is quite the indoor camper.
Author Links: Website | Goodreads | Twitter | Facebook
Giveaway
2 – Signed print copies of Undertow (US only)
1 – ebook of Undertow (INT)
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I haven't read this series so I don't really know, but Raef And Eila both seem dedicated to doing the right thing. Thank you for the giveaway!
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