Monday, November 24, 2014

Excerpt #2 and Blog Tour Kickoff

Today is a very exciting day for at least three reasons:

1) It's my birthday! I am ringing in my twenty-ninth year in my husband's pajamas with a piece of pecan pie and a nearly empty bottle of sparkling cider. No, you didn't just crash land into Bridget Jones, this is my actual life. Anyway, who needs the normal stuff that normal people do (cake + ? = birthday) when I have the best and most exciting second and third reasons ever? Here they are:

2) I have started my blog tour as a guest of the marvelous Kimber Vale! My post will appeal to my fellow fans of medical history: Five Horrible Ways to Die in Restoration London. Oh, honey... they were way more than five. Read about the King's Evil, Jail Fever, and my personal favorite, Syphilis. I know you'll love it.  Read it, share it, and leave a comment for Kimber because she's amazing. Thanks, Kimber! 

...and...

3) I have another excerpt for you! I wasn't sure which one to pick, but because today is my birthday, I knew I had to go with my favorite. Here we have Nick and Sally in Hyde Park after dark. Enjoy!


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Excerpt #2


Darkness had fully settled over the forest and he was in no danger of being seen as they headed for the city. There were no new street lamps so far out of town, and as often as she glanced at his face, all she could see was the outline of his profile by the light of the moon. He moved soundlessly through the night as criminals must, the warmth of his hand in hers the only reassurance she had that he was still beside her.

They reached the edge of Hyde Park and Sally felt Tyburn looming near before she saw it, the residual tragedy of the gallows rippling along the field in a mournful, near perceptible howl. Because she could not look away, she turned toward the evil and saw the fearful silhouette of the triple tree dark against the violet sky.

This is your future, they seemed to whisper.

In her heart, she answered, I know.

She heard the brutal crack of Claude’s strong, young neck reverberate through the darkest corners of her memory, felt his cold lips against hers once more in a terrible promise, and in her bones she felt the stillness of one who is certain they are about to die. She was immediately aware of the unique texture of every breath she drew, the sweet sigh of the breeze whispering through her hair, and the dirt, the calluses, the very fingerprints of the hand in hers.

So little of Sally’s life had been left up to her.

She might have days, hours, mere moments left, but she would be damned if she wasted them.


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Stop back tomorrow for Five More Ways to Die in Restoration London.  Expect tuberculosis, as well as the top two causes of death for women in this period. Can you guess what they were? 

Tyburn is still 20% off at lsbooks.com! Pre-order yours now and have it waiting for you on your e-reader on December 8th!

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