By Blood by Tracy E. Banghart
Series: By Blood #1
Publication date: February 18th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal
Series: By Blood #1
Publication date: February 18th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal
For 17-year-old Emma Wong, spending a summer in England should be a dream come true. Gorgeous scenery? Check. Lots of hot guys with accents? Yes, please.
Throw in an estranged mom, annoying new stepdad, and drooling baby half-brother, and it’s a disaster even her favorite cherry red leather jacket can’t fix. Even worse, there’s (hot) live-in research assistant Josh to contend with. The only thing more embarrassing than drunk-kissing him hours after they meet? Knowing he’ll be witness to her family’s dysfunction all. summer. long.
But when Emma meets a mysterious girl who happens to be a Druid, her vacation suddenly promises to be far more intriguing than she anticipated. Powerful rituals, new friends, an intoxicating sense of freedom...and Simon, the sexy foreign stranger she was hoping for. It’s all a perfect distraction from dirty diapers and awkward family dinners.
Trouble is, intriguing doesn’t often mean simple. And Emma is about to discover just how not simple her life really is.
By Blood is a novel about the ways that blood can bind us to others – or tear us apart.
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Praise:
“By
Blood effortlessly transports you to the
cobblestone streets and small pubs of Oxford, and Emma’s
sassy voice pulls you right into the story with its hot British boys and touch
of magic. A must read!” —Susanne Winnacker, author of Impostor and The Other Life
“A five star read from start to finish.
Un-put-downable!” —Vanessa Garbin, author of the forthcoming Captivate
"Emma's sarcastic, biting narrative
and the lure of Celtic myth and magic constructs a brilliant book to cosy up
with...if you dare!" ~ 21st Century Once Upon a Times blog
"Love this book! It's a sweet little
gem and I am glad that I got to read it! If you are looking for a story that is
fun and quick, then I would recommend this book. You will want to know what
happens to Emma in the matters of boys, family and adventure!" ~ Sarah, Me
My Shelf And I blog
About the Author:
Tracy E. Banghart is a cheesy movie–loving, fantasy football–playing (go Ravens!), globe-trotting Army wife who began “practicing” her craft at the age of five, when she wrote her first story. She loves visiting the international friends she met while pursuing her MA in Publishing and spends a portion of every summer at her family’s cabin in Canada, where she finds inspiration and lots of time to relax on the dock. She lives with her husband, son, two lazy dogs and one ornery cat. When not writing or spending time with her family, she is on a mission to bake the perfect cupcake.
EXCERPT:
“This time we’ll
each invoke the element of nature we want to draw strength from. Each of us
will make an offering—” Simon pointed to the empty bowl. I swallowed. “—and
then I’ll close the circle by submitting our offering to the universe.”
I didn’t have a
clue what he meant by that, but the last ritual had been pretty easy to follow.
He opened the
Grove the same way he’d done before, flashing the sword at East, South, West,
and North, and invoking each of the four elements. Again, I felt the tingle of
the living Earth beneath my feet. The air was much clearer tonight; a gusty
breeze rustled through the watchful trees and set Simon’s candle flickering.
Again, Simon
said, “Now that we have called on the elements, we may proceed with the work of
the Grove.” And Harrison, Simon, George and Molly purified the circle by air,
fire, water and earth.
We’d started
tonight’s ceremony later, and long shadows played against our faces. Bryna’s
hair flamed in the glow of the setting sun. Tonight felt different; there was
an edge to the anticipation. Ash wasn’t smiling. But we were all waiting,
tensed to see what would happen next.
Simon set the
bowl with the votive on the ground and held up the flask and the sword. “I
invoke the spirit of flame to infuse this Grove with strength.” His voice was
strong. He took a sip from the flask and then walked to the center of the
circle. “By my blood,” he said and nicked his palm with the blade.
I watched a thin
trickle of blood drip into the bowl. My face felt hot. When Diana and I were
ten, we made ourselves blood sisters, pricking our palms with needles and
squishing the tiny drops of blood together. That had been fun, silly even. We’d
giggled through the whole thing.
This—this felt real.
There was real power in the words Simon said, in the drops of his blood in that
bowl. I breathed deeply, watching in fascination as Simon resumed his place and
handed Ash the flask and sword. She wiped the tip of the blade against her bare
leg and took a drink from the flask.
When she spoke,
she did it with authority. “I invoke the spirit of all warm living, breathing
things to give this Grove strength. By my blood.” A few more drops of cherry
red blood fell into the bowl.
“I invoke the
spirit of unyielding stone.” George hissed when the sword slid against his
skin.
“I don’t know if
I can do this,” Molly declared, looking askance at the sword. But in the end,
she invoked the spirit of spring – rebirth, she said – and made a little cut on
her palm with a squeal.
It was my turn
next. I felt the weight of the sword in my hand, looked down to see my white
dress shimmering in the gloom of twilight. What strength did I want from the
earth? What power did I wish I had? As I thought, I stepped to the center of
the circle and took a gulp from the flask – the flavor was different this time.
Spicy, dark. Like red wine, but sharper. It left a coppery taste, like blood,
on my tongue.
Suddenly, I
remembered the calm I’d felt Saturday, meditating with Ash. The flow of my
breath, inhalation, exhalation like waves. “I invoke the spirit of the sea,” I
said, and my voice didn’t shake. “By my blood, I ask the ocean to lend us its
strength.”
Quickly, so I
didn’t have time to think, I swiped the tip of the sword against my skin. The
cut burned, but it was shallow and only a few drops of blood leaked out. I
stepped back to my place and passed the flask and sword to Harrison.
“I invoke the
spirit of air,” he said, gesturing to the incense in the bowl at his feet. I
could smell the sandalwood faintly; it mixed oddly with the spicy dark flavor
in my mouth.
Bryna went last,
and she cut herself the most deeply. I gasped at the small stream of blood as
it flowed into the bowl. She invoked the spirit of thunder.
I pressed my
palms together and felt the sting of my cut; it had almost stopped bleeding,
but I didn’t want to get blood on my dress.
Walking to the
center of the circle, Simon held the blood-filled vessel up to the sky. “By
earth, air, water and fire,” he said, his voice ringing, “and by our blood, we
invoke the strength of flame, of living, breathing things, of stone, spring,
and the sea. We invoke the strength of the very air around us and in our lungs,
and we invoke the strength of thunder.”
As he said the
words, a great gust of wind blew through the glade, whipping my hair off my
face. I could almost feel the earth shift beneath me, almost hear the faint
rumble of thunder in the distance. My mouth was full of the taste of blood, and
my skin shivered under the touch of the wind.
For a moment, we
all stared at each other, our eyes wide.
Did that
just—what was that?
Giveaway (Intl):
1 comment:
imi place , tradeaza mister si pasiune plus senzualitate, cred ca se trage de la acel ruj rosu
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