Blog Tour ~ Analiese Rising by Brenda Drake ~ Excerpt
Morning all!
Happy weekend all, and welcome to the Blog Tour for Analiese Rising by Brenda Drake! I am delighted I am part of this tour and that I can share a wonderful excerpt with you. Be sure to also click on the link above to check out the other people participating in sharing excerpts, together we form one giant excerpt. \o/
Next to sharing that excerpt I will tell you about the book/author.
Let’s get started! Oh, yes, before I forget, the book releases on the 8th of January, just a few more days.
When a stranger gives Analiese Jordan a list of names before he dies, the last thing she expects to see is her own on it. Not. Cool. Her search for answers leads to the man’s grandson, Marek, who has dangerous secrets of his own. Both are determined to unlock the mystery of the list.
But the truth is deadly. Analiese is a descendant of the God of Death, known as a Riser, with the power to raise the dead and control them. Finding out she has hidden powers? Cool. Finding out she turns corpses into killers? No, thank you.
Now the trail plants her and Marek in the middle of a war between gods who apparently want to raise an army of the Risen, and Analiese must figure out how to save the world—from herself.
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Brenda Drake grew up the youngest of three children, an Air Force brat, and the continual new kid at school. Her fondest memories growing up is of her eccentric, Irish grandmother’s animated tales, which gave her a strong love for storytelling. So it was only fitting that she would choose to write stories with a bend toward the fantastical. When she’s not writing or hanging out with her family, she haunts libraries, bookstores, and coffee shops, or reads someplace quiet and not at all exotic (much to her disappointment).
Excerpt time!
A woman sitting across the aisle from us stretches her incredibly long, dark legs out in the walkway. She has one of those perfect faces you only get from an app and hair that shines like an oil slick.
I stand and slide out into the walkway.
“Ah, young lovers,” the woman says, her eyes traveling from me to Marek.
“We’re not,” I say. “He’s just a friend.”
Her eyes land on me again. They’re black as night, and I can’t even make out the irises. Almost hypnotizing. “I’m an expert in spotting romantic links. I do it for a living.” She extends a pink card out to me. “If you ever need my services, give me a call.”
“Thank you.” I reluctantly take the card.
The rocking of the train makes it difficult to walk, and I stagger all the way to the restroom. I shove the card into the pocket of my black bomber jacket. My Vans stick to something on the floor, and I squinch my face. I dart a quick look over my shoulder at the woman before closing the door.
Marek thinks the look is for him and nods at me, that crooked smile lifting one corner of his mouth again. I start and bump my head against the door I’m trying to close.
I don’t even want to know if he saw that. This is going to be one long day with me trying to act unaffected by Marek.
Check yourself, Ana. I can almost hear Dalton tease me for drooling over the guy.
Marek isn’t anything special. Our conversations are about his grandfather and that mysterious list. We probably have nothing in common. The door sighs as I shut it.
When I return to my seat, Long Legs is gone.
“Guess it’s my turn. Excuse me.” His calves brush me as he squeezes by, his butt practically in my face.
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