Sunday, November 17, 2013

Stolen Time By Angela Rae Harris

Stolen Time

Angela Rae Harris:  Stories of Hope ~ Creating Dreams

The debut novella by Author Angela Harris
Tragedy has made Keaira wise beyond her twenty years. Forced to work for the General, a commanding man who blackmailed his way into her life, she was ordered to study self-defense and master knife throwing. In the hidden community of Shifters, falcons are considered weak, a fact which may ultimately save her life. To escape his cruelty, she will need to call
upon her quick-witted falcon side, but the General has other plans – ones which involve his only son, Carson.

When unexpected feelings form between Keaira and Carson, the General quickly moves his pieces into place, launching his quest to take over the world. If she wants to survive, Keaira must stay one step ahead in the General’s deadly game and discover his weaknesses. Even if it means risking her life and the lives of those she cares about most.

With war on the horizon, sides are being drawn.  Deadly secrets must be exposed. Time is running out for Keaira and all of mankind.

Excerpt #1:

Carson stuffed his hands into his front pockets to keep from touching her.
“Then maybe a movie?” After he said it, he felt his lips slip into a half smile.
Keaira laughed, and her eyes brightened.
“My first night back isn’t going to be spent in an uncomfortable chair, staring at a screen. Not being allowed to move or talk.”
Carson chuckled. She was turning out to be unlike any girl he had met.
“Then let’s hear your ideas.”
Stepping closer, Keaira raised her eyebrows. Her tongue darted out to moisten lips that had turned serious. She had to tilt her chin up to look at him by the time she stopped in front of him.
“I say we go to my favorite sports pub and have dinner. I know for a fact that there is a baseball game on tonight.” 
She was so close Carson could smell mint on her breath. He closed his eyes for a minute and was greeted by his other half. His young mountain lion was calmly sitting in the darkness of his subconscious. Carson had inherited his family’s Shifter genes. He could change into the large cat at will. His kitty let out an irritated huff and circled before lying down with his back to Carson. Apparently, the cat wasn’t interested in Keaira. He didn’t raise any alarms, so Carson took that as a “do what you want” kind of message.
Opening his eyes, Carson refrained from leaning into Keaira. He met her gaze and then scanned her face. She stole his breath away when she bit down on her lower lip. Freckles dotted her cheeks and her nose, making her look more innocent than she acted. A striped white mark was visible just under her left eye. It was so white it could have been an old scar. Four lines that looked like a bird track in the white sand that was her pale skin. He felt his fingers ball up into fists in his pockets. The urge to feel how soft her skin must be was overwhelming.


Days of Thankful

Since Thanksgiving is around the corner I decided to do a fun post to reflect the season. I have many things to be thankful for in my life. Most of them, I’m sure, you hear quite often. I don’t know what I would do without my family and friends. For this post, however, I put a twist on things.

Here you are: Five odd things I’m thankful for.

5) Pumpkins – Not only are they fun to put holes in and make faces, but they make two of my favorite seasonal foods: pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and pumpkin pie. Plus, I love the way they smell.

4) Marshmallows – Mostly because they go great with hot chocolate!

3) Socks – This coming from the girl who wears flip-flops until October. I do like to pull out my socks though. I have Christmas socks, those fuzzy socks that are really warm and really high tube socks that are great to wear with boots.

2) Eye Brow Pencil – Yes, eye brow pencil. Even on days when I don’t wear make-up (which is often) I use my pencil. Why? It helps hide the scar I have that cuts right through my right eye brow.

1) Growing Up in a Small Town (well, several small towns) – I grew up moving all over Emery and Carbon counties in Utah. The smallest town I lived in was Elmo, population 350 and I graduated high school while living in Price, population 7,967. Nothing tones your social skills like moving every two years. I met some great people and still keep in touch with most of my friends. I also think that living in a small town expands your creativity. In Price the nearest mall was an hour away, so most summer nights were spent playing “cops and robbers” from one end of town to the other. I will always be thankful for the people I’ve met, the friends I’ve made and the experiences I had in those small towns.

Thank you for hosting me today for Stolen Time’s blog tour. I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving! I would love to see your comments with something odd that you are thankful for.

Angela Rae Harris – Author Bio – Book/Blog Tours

Angela Rae Harris:  Stories of Hope ~ Creating Dreams
Angela is an author, a wife, mother of two, and a part-time assistant office manager. She loves nights when her husband cooks. Her two kids keep her hopping and help her tap into her well of creativity and imagination.
At thirteen, Angela read Harry Potter and was reacquainted with books. She reads everything from Steven King to Will Hobbs. She started writing after her youngest was born. The characters started to visit and wouldn’t let her sleep until she wrote down their stories.
She'd love for people to get lost in her books.

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