Thursday, May 24, 2012

Book Tour - Guest Post and Promo: Juliann Whicker's "Hotblood" (A House of Slide Novel)

Hotblood 
A House of Slide Novel 
By Juliann Whicker 
Genre: Paranormal Upper YA 

I'm excited to have Juliann on my blog today!  Welcome!!

Thanks to Sapphyria's Book Reviews for letting me stop by today!

Right now I'm all about my t-shirt series, the one that matches the 4 races from my book with their corresponding blood temperatures and super powers. The last blog post I did was about Coolbloods, those with the coolest blood temperatures, 92 degrees or so.

Today I'm going to cover the Hollows from my book, House of Slide, Hotblood, those difficult to define suckers who, ahem, really suck souls out of people. They've got soul and are all mental when it comes to making decisions. When they're growing up they take on the abilities of those around them to a lesser degree (so if they're raised with Hotbloods they can hulk out but not quite as impressively as their foster families). When they hit 18 or so they 'turn' and become the soul sucking type that freak Wilds out.

My t-shirt for the Hollow is romantic and edgy with raw seams, cascading sleeves, and a twisted neckline. A modern Hollow would be romantic, thoughtful, someone who believes in a cause, but is a little bit introverted about it. Hollows are often found in libraries lost in a good book when real life tragedies become too much.



Cats and books bring out my Hollow girl. 



If you want to feel Hollow you can listen to:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yam5uK6e-bQ&ob=av2n

Blurb:

He stole a kiss from the wrong girl…
Left without a soul, 17-year-old Dariana Sanders waited to die. There was nothing left to live for, nothing to feel besides the aching cold that never stopped.

Her parent’s marriage was in shambles, and her brother, the only one who understood, the only one who knew how to make the cold go away, was gone forever.

The only thing Dariana knew with absolute certainty was that nothing could possibly be right again.

Enter Lewis Axel Nialls. Luckily for her, impossible is right up his alley.

He can save her from the forces that wish to destroy her. Of course who’s going to save him, from her?

Book Trailer http://youtu.be/vea_unM0XfM

Excerpt:

I didn’t think; I moved following the ghost of song, a melody that played out the ache inside of my chest. I ran down the stairs and through the hall and stopped at the door across from the room filled with jars. When I stepped through the door, I could make out the contours of a piano in the corner. It was beautiful— the black reflecting the light from the moon shining through the window, the white keys punctuated with sharps and flats. I was still for a moment feeling the cold that had wrapped around my heart for so long. Devlin had taken away music.

I stepped forward and knocked the bench over with my knees. The rattle as it hit the floor startled me and I reached for a leg to pick it up. Instead the leg came off in my hand, like pulling the leg off of a spider, I thought as I gripped the carved leg in my hand. Devlin had taken away dancing. My hand seemed to rise on its own volition, the leg above my head. I closed my eyes and for a second felt a flicker of the stillness and control I’d caught the first day of knitting, but the thought of Devlin taking away the beauty of music shattered the calm.

There was a crack as I brought the bench leg down on the keyboard. Devlin had taken away color. There was an anguished screech, a sharp crack as the keyboard buckled in the middle. Devlin had taken away my mother, crash, my father, smash, and myself. I kept hitting the piano, the splintered wood flying all around me. I felt the sting as slivers found my skin, my cheek, arm, but I kept smashing, until the leg I’d used was a splintered mess. I grabbed what I could of the former beauty and shoved it with all my strength. The crunch and tinkling as it struck the wall wasn’t enough.

I stood panting needing something else to destroy, grabbing fistfuls of my hair, wanting something to hurt, but I already hurt. The pain inside of me was more than any pain I could ever inflict on anyone or anything. I crumpled to the floor feeling like I’d been beaten up. In the end Devlin hadn’t just taken apart my life, he’d taken himself too. He’d taken the brother I loved and turned him into a monster. Thinking of Devlin as a monster was more than I could bear. I buried my head in my arms and cried until I thought my body was going to shake apart.

About the Author:

Juliann C. Whicker was raised with chickens, goats, and a cow named Mrs. Mooley who everyone (neighbors included) chased down the street in a small college town. She now lives in Southeastern Ohio with her four children, husband, and all the ticks and poison ivy a soul could crave.

www.juliacrow.blogspot.com

twitter https://twitter.com/#!/JuliannWhicker

Buy Links:

Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/49714?ref=Sapphyria

Amazon Kindle:
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