On Tour with Prism Book Tours
(Borderlands Saga #1)
By Jennifer Silverwood
Urban Fantasy
Paperback & ebook, 429 pages
May 31st 2018 by SilverWoodSketches
After her parents' car crash ten years before, Amie Wentworth trusts books more than people. She may be a writer, but she believes in reality over fiction. She ignores the unexplained mysteries surrounding her, never mind the dreams of a past life, or the fact she can fry technology with a touch. Not even a timely invitation from her long-lost uncle in England gives Amie incentive for anything other than ire.
Until she is stabbed in an alley and brought back to life by a handsome stranger. Soon Amie is dragged into the very sort of tale she is used to selling. To make matters worse, the man who saved her life keeps turning up and her would-be-murderer is still at large.
After crossing the Atlantic to her father’s homeland, she discovers a world beyond imagining. Silver Hollow is a place of ancient traditions and supernatural dangers, where everything is the opposite of what it seems and few escape sane. Faced with an impossible choice, Amie is forced to confront a deadly family legacy while remembering a life she soon wishes to forget.
**Previously published in 2012. This NEW EDITION has been FULLY REVISED AND EXPANDED. The original novel is now no longer available.**
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The Infernal Party
Time seemed to crawl by after that.
Faye and Ben danced together beneath the dim golden lantern light and rarely
took notice of anyone else. Amie noted the passing of similar sounding Country
tunes and wondered how much more she could take of Faye’s guests. Most of them
couldn’t remember her name and so gave her superficial warm greetings as they
took their dessert and returned to the fold.
When this proved too much, Amie
snatched up the glass M&M bowel and retreated into the shadows against a
stack of hay bales. Here she could observe and pray no one else attempted to
talk to her before the last guest left.
Static disrupted the country music
flowing through the speakers again. Faye and Ben continued to dance, too
wrapped in each other to notice while the others began to murmur at the change.
Jo and James checked the wiring connecting their stereo.
Amie snorted as she popped another
M&M. “Oh no! Whatever shall we do without Kenny Chesney?” Country music had
never been her forte, or relationships for that matter. For once she felt
forgiving of the Southern twang but not the sting of seeming to be the only
single gal in the crowd. She didn’t ponder the mystery behind her lack of true
love. Nor did she ask herself how she’d managed to avoid men in general,
because it was then Amie caught sight of a familiar face among a dwindling sea
of strangers.
The
Brit on the street…
He stood alone at the mouth of the
open barn doors, as though he had only just arrived. He wore the same odd getup
from earlier that morning, worn duster masking what surely must be a costume.
He’s
either an actor or one of those weird role-playing people, she mused as she watched him scan
the crowd. His hair was unkempt as ever, surrounding a square and unreadable,
unremarkable face, though he stood easily a head above most of the gathering.
There was something almost familiar about this strange man’s face.
Amie found herself rising from her
hiding place, as if another force beckoned her feet. Rather than skirt about
the edge of the crowd like she was inclined, she walked across the dance floor,
ignorant of the couples spinning around her.
Suddenly, his black eyes fixed upon
her and widened in surprise before a slow smile tilted the corner of his mouth.
Hot words sprung on the tip of her
tongue, but froze with the rest of her motor functions. Indeed, Amie couldn’t
bring herself to take another step, locked within that gaze. A sensibly angry
part of her would have liked nothing better than to bridge the remaining
distance and give him a piece of her mind. Yet the longer she stared the more
she found herself thinking of things she would rather not…of her dead parents,
of mysterious letters and interweaving Celtic knots.
Who
are you?
A strange buzzing energy tingled
beneath her skin and she clenched her fists.
The lights overhead crackled and
burst then, showering sparks over the dance floor, raining gold between them.
Amie blinked and time seemed to slow as the Britt’s mouth opened slightly.
Who
am I?
She jumped when a pair of excited
hands grasped her shoulders, spinning her off axis and the world shifted back
into focus.
“Amie! Did you see that? Are you
okay?”
Faye’s golden face was before her,
filled with worry. Amie frowned and looked around to find the bold familiar
eyes had disappeared. The dwindling crowd had retreated and were pointing to
the broken lights and glass covering the dance floor.
“There is glass all over you. Why
didn’t you run like everyone else?”
“What?” Amie struggled to focus.
“Run from what?”
Faye sighed from struggling to rein
her exasperation in. “Ah, the random power surge?” Her hazel-green eyes
narrowed in suspicion. “I swear, Wentworth if you jinxed my perfect party…”
Amie shuddered while Faye brushed
her shoulders off. She had felt something
but the moment was so surreal, she wondered if she were imagining the
explosion. A dull ringing sounded in her ears still, in fact and Amie pressed a
hand to her forehead. “Sorry, but I don’t feel so well. I think I need to go
home.”
Faye shifted instantly into doctor mode
as she pressed a hand to her cheek. “You do feel clammy. Did you eat anything
besides chocolate, woman? You should stay the night here instead of driving
home.”
“No, that’s fine…I mean, I’ll be
fine. I just need to go home, get away from all the lights.” She blinked
against what seemed a sudden, pounding glare, even though half of the barn was
covered in shadows.
Faye released her, but not without
calling after. “Okay, but you better be ready for me to come check on you in
the morning.”
Amie reached into the side pocket of
her dress, fingering her truck key as she walked through the open doors. She
blinked as her eyes adjusted to the night beyond the artificial barn lights.
She released a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding and pressed a hand
to her chest. The comforting press of her father’s pendant dug into her skin
beneath her dress. She scanned the field in vain for any sign of the dark eyes
and the unpleasant memories they had stirred.
“Vanished, just like before,” she
whispered and the memory came back to her with sudden cruel clarity. A memory
of the funeral and a sea of nameless faces beneath a tent. She had looked past
them all into the rain and he was
there. Ten years ago, he had been
there and Uncle Henry’s first letter had been waiting for her immediately
after.
She
ran to her truck, incensed with increasing fervor and nearly broke the key in
her haste to wrench open the door. None of this was an accident or play of
chance and she was through with waiting in the dark for the powers that be.
About the Author
Jennifer Silverwood was raised deep in the heart of Texas and has been spinning yarns a mile high since childhood. In her spare time she reads and writes and tries to sustain her wanderlust, whether it’s the Carpathian Mountains in Transylvania, the highlands of Ecuador or a road trip to the next town. Always on the lookout for her next adventure, in print or reality, she dreams of one day proving to the masses that everything really is better in Texas. She is the author of two series—Heaven's Edge and Wylder Tales—and the stand-alone titles Stay and Silver Hollow.
Tour Schedule
May 21st:
Launch
It's All About the Romance
Red Pillows
Paulette's Papers
Reading for the Stars and Moon
May 22nd:
Min Reads and Reviews
Rockin' Book Reviews
May 23rd:
Hearts & Scribbles
E-Romance News
May 24th:
Mythical Books
The Cozy Reading Corner
K. D. Jones: Epic Fantasy Author
May 25th:
An Indie Adventure
Colorimetry
May 28th:
Jorie Loves A Story
Wishful Endings
May 29th:
Singing Librarian Books
Bri's Book Nook
May 30th:
Nicole's Book Musings
Becky on Books
May 31st:
Locks, Hooks and Books
What's Beyond Forks?
June 1st:
Stacking My Book Shelves!
Ms. J Mentions...
Teatime and Books
Bookworm Lisa
June 2nd: Grand Finale
Launch
It's All About the Romance
Red Pillows
Paulette's Papers
Reading for the Stars and Moon
May 22nd:
Min Reads and Reviews
Rockin' Book Reviews
May 23rd:
Hearts & Scribbles
E-Romance News
May 24th:
Mythical Books
The Cozy Reading Corner
K. D. Jones: Epic Fantasy Author
May 25th:
An Indie Adventure
Colorimetry
May 28th:
Jorie Loves A Story
Wishful Endings
May 29th:
Singing Librarian Books
Bri's Book Nook
May 30th:
Nicole's Book Musings
Becky on Books
May 31st:
Locks, Hooks and Books
What's Beyond Forks?
June 1st:
Stacking My Book Shelves!
Ms. J Mentions...
Teatime and Books
Bookworm Lisa
June 2nd: Grand Finale
Tour Giveaway
PRIZE PACK #1: 1 winner will receive new Silver Hollow swag, themed bookmarks, stickers, bookish themed tote, and B&N Illustrated Hardcover Editions of Grimm's Fairy Tales and The Story of King Arthur & His Knights (US only)
PRIZE PACK #2: 1 winner will receive signed swag (mainly Silver Hollow and Wylder Tales), ebooks of the Wylder Tales Collection, and a free voucher for Bound Beauty to be published later in 2018 (open internationally)
ENDS: June 6th
1 comment:
Thank y'all so much for sharing Silver Hollow on your lovely sight! I'm always happy to be showcased alongside so many lovely books, especially historical romance (one my favorite genres). Thank you for helping to make this tour exceptional!
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