A Dream Within A Dream: Laury Falter

Showing posts with label Laury Falter. Show all posts

April 25, 2013

Residue Blog Tour: Excerpt & Giveaway

Residue (Residue #1)

Author: Laury Falter
Genre: YA Fantasy/Paranormal
Release Date: April 13, 2012
Kindle Edition, 300 pages
ISBN13: 9780985511067

Buy Links: Amazon / Barnes and Noble

Description:

When Jocelyn Weatherford is whisked away from a preparatory academy in upstate New York to live with her extended family in New Orleans, she is unprepared to encounter the dangers awaiting her. Yet even as she is thrust into an unfamiliar world of witches and voodoo magic, the greatest threat of all may be the boy she has fallen for.

While handsome and charming, he is also a Caldwell... a member of the family the Weatherford's have been feuding with for centuries. As their forbidden love grows it becomes the volatile spark that forever changes their world and everyone in it.

The door closed before either of us spoke.
“I understand you have an injury,” she said, her voice free from nerves.
This was good because mine were in chaos.
Without waiting for me to respond, or even to tell her what had happened, she assessed me. Finding me favoring my arm, she took it and turned it for a closer inspection.
Her gaze was unperturbed as she took only a second to perform a cursory evaluation of it.
Then she did something that truly set my nerves on edge.
She released me, marched toward the phone, dialed, and after a brief pause, she announced, “It’s me. And it’s begun.”
Begun, I thought. What’s begun?
Remaining silent and listening for clues, I was disappointed when she didn’t speak again until after she set the receiver back in its cradle. Then she looked at me, her easygoing demeanor gone. “You’re going to need to pack your bags. You leave for New Orleans in fifteen minutes.” She gave me these instructions offhandedly, as if it were a foregone conclusion, as if I had some hand in making them.
“What?” I demanded the searing pain down my arm forgotten. “You have no right to make that decision. Who do you think you are?”
I was hoping my words would instill some sense of apprehension in her but she easily ignored them. Then she countered by delivering the news that would change my life forever.
“Jocelyn,” she said her tone steady and calculated. “You are in danger.”

Laury Falter is the author of the bestselling Guardian Trilogy. She writes young adult paranormal romances and urban fantasy when she's not taking her stray dogs for a walk or enjoying a date night with her husband.

Laury has released two series, the Guardian Trilogy and the Residue Series (a spinoff of the Guardian Trilogy books), and is currently releasing her third series, the Apocalypse Chronicles.

To learn more about Laury and her novels, visit her at:

Website: lauryfalter.com
Twitter: twitter.com/LauryFalter
Facebook: facebook.com/pages/Laury-Falter/196033543803745
Goodreads: goodreads.com/author/show/4061922.Laury_Falter

Giveaway #1: Three (3) signed copies of Residue - US only

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Giveaway #2: Eight (8) ecopies of Residue: Mobi or Nook only - Open Internationally

a Rafflecopter giveaway

February 2, 2013

Promo Event & Giveaway: Residue by Laury Falter

Residue
Author: Laury Falter
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Release Date: April 2012
Event Organized by AToMR Tours

Buy Links:
Amazon
Barnes and Noble

Description:

When Jocelyn Weatherford is whisked away from a preparatory academy in upstate New York to live with her extended family in New Orleans, she is unprepared to encounter the dangers awaiting her. Yet even as she is thrust into an unfamiliar world of witches and voodoo magic, the greatest threat of all may be the boy she has fallen for.

While handsome and charming, he is also a Caldwell...a member of the family the Weatherford's have been feuding with for centuries. As their forbidden love grows it becomes the volatile spark that forever changes their world and everyone in it.

Included on the Following Goodreads Lists: Best Supernatural Series, Young Adult Romance, Books That Should Be Made Into Movies, Favorite Books, Books That Should Get More Attention, Best Female Characters from YA and Children's Fantasty and Science Fiction

The directions I followed, took me to a quiet side street lined with worn buildings, and more specifically, to an unmarked, weathered door along a row of doors looking remarkably the same.
Without the typical store sign or even a window to peer in, I didn’t know whether I might walk into someone’s house. To be on the safe side, I knocked.
The door rattled loosely against its frame and then settled. A few moments passed and no one came, so I knocked again. Again, there was no answer.
Wondering if the directions were wrong, I tried the door handle. It was unlocked, which almost surprised me. Opening it a crack, I peered inside.
While it was incredibly dim inside, lit only by candles held in wall sconces and open lanterns hanging from the ceiling, I could see that it was actually a store. Disheveled and poorly laid out with towering wooden bookshelves stuffed with merchandise, I couldn’t see all that far inside.
“Hello?” I called out without receiving an answer back.
Figuring they may be in the storage room, if one even existed, I stepped inside.
“Hello?”
No one responded so I moved farther down the aisle.
This was no regular OfficeMax or OfficeDepot. It didn’t even resemble a college bookstore. In the place of textbooks on biology, calculus, and the English dictionary there were witch almanacs, spell books for solitary witches, and tomes on spells and rituals for every purpose. Where pens and paper should have been, there were tarot card stacks and candles of every color, style, and size imaginable. Canisters of countless herbs, stones, and gems replaced impulse-purchase bins of calculators and keychain flashlights.
What exactly am I supposed to buy in here? I wondered.
Then, just as I reached the cash register, which looked like an antique ready for a museum, the store’s front door opened, allowing in a thin stretch of light down the side aisle. I listened as the store’s most recent patron strolled toward the back, where I now stood when the scratchy voice of an older woman drew my attention away.
She hobbled out from the back room, hunched and bracing herself against the counter as she walked.
“What you lookin’ for?” she asked.
Hesitating, I didn’t know quite how to explain it and then settled on the most basic of answers. “My school supplies.”
She lifted her chin in a brief gesture of acknowledgement and then shuffled down the long counter, stopping at nearly the end of it. From there, she withdrew a clothed bundle, tied with twine at the top. Rather than carrying it back to me, she dragged it, drawing up dust where it had settled. Leaving it before me, she then held out her hand for payment.
“Eighty-five dollars.”
I placed the cash in her palm and she dropped it in a canvas bag beneath the register, without bothering to count it.
“You got the potent kind,” she stated.
“The what?”
“They’re dangerous,” she warned. “Watch yerself with them.”
Interestingly, I wasn’t the least bit surprised that whatever the brisk woman sleeping across the hall from me had ordered on my behalf wasn’t safe.
“All right,” I shrugged. I wasn’t quite sure what was in the bundle or how I should treat them to prevent inflicting harm.
Then several things happened simultaneously. Just as I turned around to leave, the person waiting patiently in line behind me spoke. And just as he spoke, the room broke into chaos.
The wall sconce candles flickered first. Next the tarot cards lifted from their spot on the shelves as if a brisk wind had picked up and carried them, disheveled, through the air. Then heavier things began to move. Candles darted off the shelves like projectiles, hitting the walls with enough force to leave wax marks. Books slid off and slammed to the floor or against the bookshelves opposite them. The ceiling lanterns swung fiercely from side to side, slamming against the whitewash to send down chunks of plaster. The glass canisters banged against each other threatening to break.
That was when I felt arms around me, pulling me to the ground, and a body covering me, solid and secure. My top hat was gone and hands now covered my head with elbows pressed against my ears, dimming the sound of the destruction around us. With my face covered by my own hands and my body in a crouched position, only my legs were exposed.
I had to give the person credit. Despite the devastation going on around us, nothing touched me.
It raged for several seconds, prolonging the demolition of this elderly woman’s store. Then, just as quickly as it had begun, it came to a screeching halt.
My protector’s hands freed my ears and the body stretched across my back moved away. That was when I heard the voice. It was comforting, concerned, and a little uncertain. I was instantly drawn to it, realizing a ridiculous urge to listen to it endlessly. I couldn’t help feeling foolish, especially since his question was so understandable given the circumstances.
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
I felt a hand, warm and firm, on my shoulder, coaxing me to react.
Releasing the breath I’d been holding, I stood and blinked a few times, clearing the haziness in my head.
“Never been better,” I muttered and when he handed my top hat back I heard him chuckle.
A quick look around told me that the elderly woman had survived unharmed but her store had not. Every piece of merchandise now lay broken, littering the floor.
Without any warning whatsoever, she launched in to a tirade, speaking rapidly and in French, a language I hadn’t learned well enough yet. Then she stopped suddenly, to my surprise, with a chuckle, wide eyed and beaming.
I chalked it up to delirium at seeing her store destroyed at some unknown phenomenon until her other patron standing beside me spoke.
“Huh…” he mumbled.
“What?” I asked, still battling the surreal state I was in, watching as the woman shrugged and disappeared into the back room still chuckling.
Then he chuckled to himself, surprised. “She said she’s never seen this before. Apparently she’s read about it and been told of it but hadn’t witnessed it herself.”
“Witnessed what?” I asked, taking my sack of school supplies.
He laughed again, farther down in his chest. “Well…” He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “She thinks she just saw the introduction of two fated lovers.”
“Really? Who?” I asked, my head swiveling back and forth now, profoundly intrigued and looking for the people they were referring to, the two whom they believed to be the cause of this mess.
He hesitated and then spoke deep, firm, and with certainty. “She meant us.”

Laury Falter is the bestselling author of the Guardian Trilogy (Fallen, Eternity, & Reckoning). When she isn't writing, she likes to take her two stray dogs for walks and enjoy date nights with her husband.

Laury's debut novel, Fallen, hit Amazon's Top 100 list in three genres and the remaining two books in the trilogy made showings in the Top 100 of the same genres as well. With a new series available, Residue, about a teenage girl who learns she is a witch and falls in love with a boy from a feuding family, her reader following continues to grow rapidly.

Author’s Links:
Website: lauryfalter.com
Twitter page: twitter.com/LauryFalter
Facebook page: facebook.com/pages/Laury-Falter/196033543803745
Goodreads page: goodreads.com/author/show/4061922.Laury_Falter

Giveaway: (1) Signed copy of Residue - Open to US entries only.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

January 5, 2013

Promo Event & Giveaway: Fallen by Laury Falter

Fallen (Guardian Trilogy Book 1)
Author: Laury Falter
Release date: April 1, 2009
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Event organized by: AToMR Tours

Buy Links:
To buy in print or on Kindle through Amazon, click: http://www.amazon.com/Fallen-Guardian-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00280MFEY/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1

To buy on Nook through Barnes & Noble, click: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fallen-laury-falter/1030634673

Book Description:

Maggie is unaware of the terrifying fate that awaits her. It isn’t until she lands in New Orleans for a full year at a private high school and her unknown enemies find her does she realize that her life is in danger.
As a mystifying stranger repeatedly intervenes and blocks the attempts on her life, she begins to learn that there is more to him than his need to protect her and that he may be the key to understanding why her enemies have just now arrived.

Best Paranormal Romance Books Of All Time, Books That Should Be Made In to Movies, Books I Became So Obsessed With I Stopped Everything Else In My Life To Finish, Best Break Out Author Novels, Best Unknown Young Adult Books, Books Good Enough To Read Again, Best Inspiring Books, Young Adult Romance. (Goodreads Lists)

"Fast-paced, the story starts off strong and retains a tight rein on the momentum throughout. This book mixes humor, mystery, and the supernatural into a satisfying blend that should appeal to both young and more mature readers." (Coffee Time Romance Review)

"Great flow of interest and most unusual characters (that you will love as I have). I have laughed out loud at some of them. Good, simple, fast read that has a great hook, line and sinker." (Great Minds Think Aloud Review)

"A very good read with interesting characters and a quick pace." (Life Is Better With Books Review)

"While I was given the first book I just bought the 2nd one, Eternity, and plan to start it tonight." (The Book Hookup)

“So you’re warning me away from you?” I was appalled. “Then why are you doing this…guarding me at all? Why the torment? Why watch over me when you know that…that we should be more?” I felt on the verge of tears, which amazed me. How could pain be so sharp in the afterlife? “Answer me, Eran. Why?”
He sighed. “Because it is my job.”
I gasped, more offended than I’d ever been. “I’m a job to you?” I stared at him and waited for his head to rise but he refused to look at me.
“Yes,” he said weakly, defeated. His beautiful, rugged voice released as a whimper and the pain inside me grew. “You are just a job.”
I didn’t think it was possible but the emptiness I’d felt with Eran being gone those many weeks held no comparison to the magnitude of what I was experiencing right now.
I felt as if I had been gutted.
“No…” I shook my head. “I don’t believe you because you see, Eran, I can feel your emotions run through me. Whether you want to admit them or not, I know how you feel about me.”
Stunned, his head jerked up, his brilliant blue-green eyes drilling into mine. “You feel me too? How can that be?”
“I don’t know. But I do know that I feel in you the same emotions I have.”
He groaned and turned away. “That’s not possible…” he muttered, pausing. When he spoke again his voice was strained, determined. I drew in a breath as the intensity of these emotions ran through me. “It doesn’t matter. I won’t let this happen. This will not happen…I will not let us be together.”
“Because you are my guardian? Then let me make it easy on us…You’re fired.”
“It doesn’t work that way, Magdalene,” he said, quieter but still resolute.
“I didn’t want you to watch over me, Eran. I never asked for it.”
As if he’d become an entirely new person, his reply was flat and detached. “You’re a messenger. You require a guardian. It’s as simple as that.”
“Then we’ve just solved the issue, didn’t we?” I said causing him to finally look up. “This will be my last message. It’s from me to you…goodbye Eran.”
Turning swiftly, I walked away just before the tears came.