Friday, December 6, 2013

Book Blitz! First World by Jaymin Eve

Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Date Published: 7/18/2013

A young adult paranormal romance series. 
An epic journey. 

If the Seventine are released, will anyone survive? 

Abigail Swish might not love her life, living in gang-ridden New York in 2035 and training to fight and survive with Compound 23. But she is grateful for a few things, especially her no-filter-between-brain-and-mouth best friend Lucy and her escape each night into a dream world far different from her own. 

In fact, sometimes she lives for the fleeting moments she spends at night with the man who fuels every romantic fantasy she’s ever had. But each morning reality returns. She could just cry. But she won’t of course; tears don’t change a damn thing. 

Then without any warning, a month before her eighteenth birthday, everything does change. A guardian finds her. He explains, in a strangely familiar accent, that she was stashed on Earth for safekeeping and has been lost to her family ever since. And it is time to return home. To the First World; a land of unimagined beauty. 

Abigail and Lucy find themselves escaping New York, ending up on another planet and traversing through an unforgiving wilderness. Yeah, because that sort of thing just happens every day. Luckily an unexpected saviour arrives; the man from her dream-world. Brace is six-and-a-half feet of gorgeous perfectness, wrapped in an arrogance like no other. Unable to trust his assistance, and unsure which of her instincts to follow - kiss him or punch him in the mouth - Abigail eventually accepts his help to find her family. 

And what a family. Enter Josian, her father; larger than life and apparently not even human. He is Walker, a planet-less race revered as gods, causing mischief and mayhem through-out this star-system. Unfortunately, there is no time for a cosy reunion, since no one explained that by returning to First World her half-Walker genetics would act as a catalyst setting forth a chain of events which could spell disaster for not only her existence but that of all worlds. 

First World is book one in the Walker Saga, a seven-book paranormal fantasy series. 

Something close to worry – disbelief maybe – crossed his features. “You dreamed of home? How is that possible on Earth? It’s a dead zone.”
I shrugged. Dead zone?
“You should have gone to ‘dreamland’ many years ago, Aribella. It has other names, but once again I find myself with too many stories and not enough time.”
“Why ...?” I looked around. “Why am I still here then?”
“Could someone speak in English? Just for five minutes.” Annoyance replaced Lucy’s usual cynicism.
“We need to get Aribella back now; the countdown is on for both of these worlds. And it is too dangerous to be roaming New York.” He sighed. “The reason you’ve been here for extra years is ... I don’t have the power ... and I lost contact.”
Lucy glanced at each of us in turn.
“I’m really hoping when you say Aribella needs to go to dreamland, you mean Lucy and Aribella, and you just forgot about me.” She turned to me. “He just forgot me, right, Aribella? Crap. Sorry ...” She grinned. “It’s a catchy name.”
I shook my head and sighed. “I’m not leaving without Lucy, no matter how annoying she is.”
Quarn had paced a few steps away toward the alley entrance. He spoke over his shoulder. “You cannot go, Lucy Laurell; this is no place for an Earthling. You must stay here.” 
Did he just say –? Hell. NO.
“I’m going to ignore that. Implying I’m some type of alien ... well, it’s just rude.”
“Are you kidding me? Don’t ignore it.” Lucy interrupted me to glare at Quarn. “What do you mean: Earthling?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Is Abby an alien?” 
I groaned. It was time for the conspiracy theories. 
“I knew it.” She was triumphant. “There is no way someone gets to be as gorgeous as Abigail and then is also tall. On top of that her lips are full and perfect and naturally red without one ounce of lipstick. Come on, it’s not natural.”
“You’re not natural,” I retorted weakly. 
Lucy was always harping on about how unusual my lips were. I was just happy they matched the blood-red of my hair and not the black. 
Lucy glared. “Oh, I’m sorry, Extraterrestrial. Where’s your other skin? Green not your color?”
Quarn interrupted. “Sorry to cut this short. As amusing as the pair of you are, we need to move before the Gangers regroup. I’m good, but even I have my limits.” He was standing near the entrance to the alley, scoping it out. 
“I’m. Going. Nowhere. Without. Lucy.” I had to spell it out.
He looked between us for a second before nodding. “It does not matter. I don’t have the power to send one of you there, let alone both of you.”
“How do we get more power?” Lucy looked around eagerly. “I’m ready – we digging for coal ... oil?” 
I laughed. Fossil fuels. We’d have more chance of finding a magic wand. 
He shook his head. “Nothing on Earth. The dead zone is more encompassing than we’d ever anticipated. I’d need a storage amulet, which is rare; a sacred stone, even rarer; and, as a last resort, a power on the other side to assist.”
I smiled in delight. “Quarn, this may just be your lucky day.” 



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