Eden's Echo Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the EDEN’S ECHO by Lynn Veevers Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!

EDEN’S ECHO

Author: Lynn Veevers

Release Date: May 15, 2020

Publisher: Lynn Veevers

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 300

Find it: Goodreads, Kindle, Amazon

Description:

RWA (CIMRWA) ELEVATION OF LOVE 1ST PLACE WINNER 2018

True love knows no boundaries, it sees no color, even if that love is forbidden. Believing that got Eden’s mom, Echo killed at the age of sixteen, and the identity of Eden’s father was one of many secrets she took to the grave. Instead of moving on, Echo’s soul moved in. With her mother’s presence in her body, Eden can feel Echo’s emotions and hear her thoughts. When Eden tells, pseudo father, Uncle Daryl, about the voice in her head, it takes her down a road that leads to a diagnosis of multiple personalities. Now at seventeen, Eden has a secret love affair of her own with Drew. If Uncle Daryl ever found out the consequences would rip them apart, but that’s the least of Eden’s problems. As new clues surface surrounding her father’s identity, Eden finds herself on a dangerous path that could answer her paternity questions and the mysteries of her mother’s death, but at what cost? Eden can feel the weight of the secrets Echo keeps from her—secrets that have Echo’s killer returning after seventeen years with a mind to make history repeat itself.

“I have no idea where to look for a key to a box that has remained hidden for over seventeen years,” I said, feeling useless. I was a lot of things, but psychic was not one of them.

“Sure you do, the answer is already in you,” Drew suggested lifting a brow.

“She’s never gonna tell me where it is, Drew!”

Yes, I will. Echo gave a conniving little giggle, and it made my hackles rise. All you have to do is ask.

I snorted as disbelief settled over me. “Seriously, now you want to offer help? Why don't I believe you? ”

“Okay, Okay, sorry, that was a bad idea. You don’t need to be sarcastic. It was just a thought,” Drew said, defensively looking a little hurt over my comment.

“No, no, Drew, that’s not what I meant! Echo just told me I only have to ask, and she’ll tell me where the key is,” I said pointing at my head and whispering.

Drew folded his arms over his chest after standing up and pinned me with a dry look.

“What,” I asked when his expression changed, and he looked at me like he thought I was losing it.

“You know Echo can hear you even if you’re whispering, right?”

I felt like an idiot, and rather than give the obvious answer, I turned my thoughts inward and asked. “Echo where’s the key?”

“Buried,” she said simply.

I stood there waiting for the rest, but it never came. Echo remained silent, but her emotions where trimmed with a sense of childish satisfaction. I realized she was purposely screwing with me, and I didn’t like it one bit. I heard her snicker at my realization and felt her confidence in her ability to manipulate me rise.

“Fine,” I shouted, making Drew damn near jump out of his skin, and marched out of my room. I crossed the hall and went into the bathroom. “Say goodnight Echo,” I said to my reflection in the mirror before throwing open the medicine cabinet and taking the pill bottle down.

Drew followed me and made it to the doorway as I pulled the bottle off the shelf. “Eden, what are you doing?” Fear danced across his features, but his voice was calm.

I glanced at him with tears in my eyes and could see just how much I had really rattled him. My crying did nothing to ease the worry. His eyes darted from me to the bottle in my hand and back several times.

“Eden—baby, give me the bottle, she isn’t worth killing yourself.”

The new pet name had me pausing from my rage, and then what he was implying came back and slapped me in the face.

“I’m not going to kill myself, Drew! This is my psych medication. I'm gonna start taking it again. In a week, she won’t be able to screw with me anymore.” I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and the pill bottle shook in my hand as the tears streaked paths down my cheeks, turning my face into a red blotchy mess.

“I have to do something. She’s driving me crazy, Drew!”

“I know, I know. Whatever you decide to do, I’m here for you,” he said as he pulled me into his arms and took the pill bottle from my hand. I buried my face in his chest and was aware that he was checking the label anyway. I heard him set the pill bottle on the counter and wrap me more securely in his arms. “When do you see your shrink again? What’s her name?”

“Janet.”

“Well, I think that talking things out with her might make you feel better. If that’s not an option, you always have me.”

“Thanks for the offer; I hope you know what you just signed up for because telling Janet is completely out of the question! I am fairly sure Dad would miraculously find out just like every other time.” I had a bitter taste in my mouth. “Right now, Echo is a distraction and hindrance I do NOT need.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme though Eden,” he said into my hair as he held me close.

At least one of you has a heart, Eden, you should listen to him.

You’re not helping your case at all right now, Echo. I’m gonna ask you one more time—where is the key?

I heard her sigh and felt her consideration of giving me what I wanted to know. If I tell you, will you consider not taking those damn pills?

I was agitated. Fine, where is it!

I wasn’t lying, Eden. It really is buried.

Okay, so where is it buried. I'd grown tired of this stupid game Echo insisted on playing.

Echo's voice was solemn when she finally answered. With me, it's buried with me.

“What,” I shrieked, and Drew glanced down at me in question. I held up a finger, signaling for him to wait and then pointed to my head.

It was buried with me. If you go downstairs and look at all my pictures, you’ll see I always wore a necklace—with a key pendant. I NEVER took it off other than when I was using it.

Lynn Veevers is originally from Washington State. An award winning author she is both traditionally and self published. With her mother being from Christchurch, New Zealand and her father being a well-traveled retired Navy Chief, Lynn has always had a fascination with different cultures around the world. An avid reader, she prefers books that take her to a place she's never been and teach her something new at the same time. The Young Adult Genre is her absolute favorite to read, so it comes as no surprise that it is also her favorite to write. Lynn, on average, pens two to three novels a year.

Aside from being an author, Lynn is also an award winning graphic designer, and an editor. You can see this side of her here:
https://www.storiedgraphics.com/

Today Lynn lives with her husband and kids in Southeast Oklahoma. Her young adult and adolescent children are supportive and avid beta readers of her work and give her a straightforward and honest point of view about how authentic her characters voices and personalities are for their age group. What better reference than someone close to the same age as the main character. Her kids always have and always will be her greatest inspiration.

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:

5/15/2020

Two Chicks on Books

Excerpt

Week Two:

5/18/2020	Two Chicks on Books	Excerpt
5/18/2020	JaimeRockstarBookTours	Instagram Stop
5/19/2020	Lone Tree Reads	Excerpt
5/19/2020	BookHounds YA	Excerpt
5/20/2020	Books A-Brewin'	Excerpt
5/20/2020	books are love	Excerpt
5/21/2020	Lifestyle of Me	Review
5/21/2020	She Just Loves Books	Review
5/22/2020	Locks, Hooks and Books	Review
5/22/2020	@_ebl_inc_	Review

Week Three:

5/25/2020	The Try Everything	Excerpt
5/25/2020	Day Leitao author	Excerpt
5/26/2020	A Dream Within A Dream	Review
5/26/2020	Jaime's World	Review
5/27/2020	Mythical Books	Review
5/27/2020	Hurn Publications	Review
5/28/2020	The Phantom Paragrapher	Review
5/28/2020	Reese's Reviews	Review
5/29/2020	Popthebutterfly Reads	Review
5/29/2020	Twirling Book Princess	Excerpt

Cover Reveal + Giveaway: Chloe Shipton & The Quill of LeFay by Lynn Veevers

Today Lynn Veevers  and Rockstar Book Tours are revealing the cover and an exclusive content for CHLOE SHIPTON & THE QUILL OF LEFAY, her new YA Fantasy which releases June 12, 2018! Check out the awesome cover and enter the giveaway!

On to the reveal!

CHLOE SHIPTON & THE QUILL OF LEFAY

Author: Lynn Veevers

Release Date: June 12, 2018

Publisher: Lynn Veevers

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 263

Find it: Goodreads, Amazon

Description:

When fifteen-year-old Chloe mysteriously disappears, the rumors at Grammaire Hall point to murder, but spiritual entrapment isn’t the same as dead. In a library that’s believed to be nothing more than a myth, Chloe's spirit is separated from her body after witnessing another student's murder. Try as she may she can't remember what happened to her before she woke up as a spirit in the campus graveyard. As Chloe uncovers clues leading to the mythical library's location and her body, a secret the Magical Parliament doesn't want to get out, starts to unravel. Rogue sorcerers have infiltrated the school, intent on reinstating the Third Edict, and sorcery students are dying because of it. Destroyed long ago for horrific crimes against humanity, the return of the Third Edict would spell disaster for both magical and magicless societies. To prevent her own demise and the fulfillment of the Third Edict’s return, Chloe must find a way to reunite body and soul without giving the rogue sorcerers the weapon they need to succeed, a weapon only Chloe can activate.

Exclusive Excerpt!

The screams ripped at my heart as I listened to the desperation that permeated them, “Please don’t hurt me anymore,” the voice cried, “I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

The girl’s voice in my mind was a familiar one, and not in a good way either. Unwanted concern weaseled its way into my heart because there was genuine pain echoing in her words. I tried shaking off the unsettled emotions her pleas left in their wake and headed toward the librarian’s desk again. I didn’t want to care about whatever jam she’d gotten herself into. Suppressing the guilt that riddled me proved difficult, but for a short time, I was successful. Mrs. Martin checked out my books and the inescapable feelings of guilt kept growing as the desperate cries continued. Finally, my conscience caught up with me as I reached for the door leading outside. A defeated sigh wiggled its way through my lips, and I cast my eyes upward because I couldn’t ignore this even if I wanted to.

I needed to do the right thing, not because it was my first choice, but because I felt compelled to. My morals demanded nothing less. If someone was in trouble, you tried to help, even if you didn’t like them. That’s what my parents raised me to believe anyway, and so it didn’t make a difference that the girl’s voice belonged to Lydia Nostredame—the single biggest bane of my existence. Hate is a strong word, but my feelings toward Lydia were something dangerously close to that. My gut told me not to get involved, to ignore my conscious and leave instead. Unfortunately, my intuition was next to never wrong. Maybe I should have listened to it. However, my views of right and wrong were a force to be reckoned with, and they weren’t pulling any stops. The two opposing sides battled it out as I stood there with my hand on the knob. After a few moments of inner turmoil, my moral stance won out. So I left the door and headed back into the library. Lydia’s cries ricocheted through my head like a stray bullet looking for a mark. They became tortured screams as I hurried in the direction my mind told me they were coming from.

“Ms. Shipton,” Mrs. Martin said sternly. “We do not run through the Library!”

I cringed at the sharpness of her tone and slowed my pace to appease the librarian. As soon as that same group of snickering girls snagged the stoic woman's attention, I darted forward. Lydia’s screams had grown to a deafening intensity. Like the tolling of church bells, they drowned out every other sound. The sharp shrill of them poked at my temples, and the pain was worse than any migraine I’d ever had. My feet carried me across the familiar parts of the library and into the further reaches which were seldom ever visited—by anyone. That should have been my first clue.

“Stairs—dark, ominous stairs, of course; why wouldn’t that be the case,” I sarcastically mumbled as I came to a door.

I assumed I’d just never noticed the stairs. After all, I’d only ventured to this part of the library maybe once before. The stair’s door was only partially open but had it been closed I would have thought it was a broom closet. The stairs twisted down into the unknown depths, dimly lit, and narrowing by the second. I was starting to feel as if they might spiral on forever when I finally reached a stone floor. The smell of musty tomes and aged ink filled the stagnant air. There were rows upon rows of shelving easily fifteen feet high. Layers of dust covered sheet draped chairs and tables. Cobwebs, also thick with grime, adorned most everything in this hidden library.

“Please stop, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I swear—I don’t know anything,” Lydia screamed, but it was weaker than before.

I was close enough by then to hear her conventionally. Her voice was drenched in terror and quivering with tears. It echoed and bounced off the milled stone walls of this underground secret I quietly snuck through. Once again my gut adamantly insisted that I turn back, but I stubbornly ignored it. My tendency to be good-natured had baited and lured me into the situation entirely. There would be no turning back no matter how much my intuition screamed at me. I slinked through the columns of shelved books as the feeling of danger settled over my skin like static cling on a warm blanket. I glanced at my arm as goose bumps raced across its tawny surface and the thin layer of peach fuzz stood on end. The sensation sent an unsettling shiver running down the length of my spine. The further in I moved through the rows the thinner the air seemed to become. It felt like I was trying to breathe around a piece of food lodged in my throat. Sweet smelling smoke wafted around me in a lazy wisp as I stood at the edge of a row of books. I recognized the scent immediately as sweet grass, a common reagent used in spells. 

Lynn Veevers is originally from Washington State. With her mother being from Christchurch, New Zealand and her father being a well-traveled retired Navy Chief, Lynn has always had a fascination with different cultures around the world. An avid reader, she prefers books that take her to a place she's never been and teach her something new at the same time. The Young Adult Genre is her absolute favorite to read, so it comes as no surprise that it is also her favorite to write. Lynn, on average, pens two to three novels a year with the sequel to Pinnacle in the publishing process now!

Today Lynn lives with her husband and kids in Southeast Oklahoma. Her young adult and adolescent children are supportive and avid beta readers of her work and give her a straightforward and honest point of view about how authentic her characters voices and personalities are for their age group. What better reference than someone close to the same age as the main character. Her kids always have and always will be her greatest inspiration.

Website | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads

One lucky winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card - Open International.

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