I'd like to welcome CIN by Christina Leigh Pritchard Book Tour! First, I'd like to apologize to Christina and Embark on an Arc Tour for my late post. From now on I must remember to double check to make sure I click on Publish when scheduling a post in advance! Hope you both can forgive me. Keep reading to find out more about this excellent book and author. BTW, there is a great excerpt for you to read below the book blurb.
Blurb:
The Doctor said I
should be dead.
My heart beat
furiously. I looked up at the flashes of lightning in the sky. Yes, I should be
dead.
Why wasn’t I?
Seventeen year old Lisa Brown’s life is falling apart. First, her mother
and father divorce, then their house forecloses and now, her mother has decided
to commit herself to a psychiatric hospital.
If that weren’t enough, she must leave sunny south Florida to attend a
boarding school full of geniuses in cold, Lynn, Massachusetts. The city where
the locals chant “Lynn, Lynn, city of sin; you never come out the way you went
in.”
And, they aren’t kidding. Lisa must live in a tiny shack with two strange
teenagers, a dog named Pig who growls when you look at him and a cat named Rat.
“Mind the cat,” everyone says. What the heck is wrong with this place?
Lisa thinks she’s landed in her own house of horrors with the anti-social
Alex and his facetious sister Ally. But, the real drama begins the day she is
struck by lightning…
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Excerpt:
“Is Aunt Millie paying you to take me to this party?” I blurted. Michael stared numbly.
“No, I just thought I’d be nice.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I
just thought after how mad I made you yesterday that—”
“Lisa, please. You don’t faze me. I’d like
to think I was a bit more mature than that.” He poked me in the cheek. “I will
race you.”
“Hey, no fair!” I grabbed his jacket and
ran along with him.
I turned around to check on Pig. He stood
at the entrance of the woods. I stopped. “Bipolar, come on, boy!”
Michael leaned over my shoulder. “You named
him Bipolar? Well, if that isn’t just the perfect name for him. He will be
right there waiting for you to get back, don’t worry. He’s not a people dog.
It’s a miracle that he follows you around. Actually, it’s weird and
disturbing.”
“Leave my dog alone.” I shoved him. He
gently pushed me back.
“Lisa Brown, I think you just might be all
right. I didn’t really like you at first but when you dared to make faces at
Ally, well, let’s just say you practically stole my heart.”
“You better hurry home.”
I turned around to see where the voice came
from. It wasn’t Michael’s. I searched the woods. It almost sounded like Alex
but he was still on his purple porch swing.
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Someone said that we should get home. You
didn’t hear them?” I scratched my head and examined the treetops. My heart
fluttered. Was someone playing a practical joke on us? “Pig, where are you?” I
clapped my hands and the Boston terrier came to my side.
“Let’s go, Lisa. I think these woods have
you spooked. I promise they’re not haunted.” He wrapped his arm around my
shoulders and dragged me forwards.
The sky grew dark and thunder rumbled. Pig
barked and stood on his hind legs. I giggled. He looked almost as if he were a
prancing show dog.
“Who would’ve known, Pig can do tricks!”
Michael laughed, too. “What did you do to him? He’s a different dog. I have
been coming here since forever and that dog has never been so friendly.”
“How old is he? He doesn’t look old.” I
knelt down and searched his face for any gray hairs. There weren’t any. “He
looks almost like a teenager.”
“You better hurry home.”
There it was again! The voice rang in my
ears and I winced with pain. The same pain I’d felt when Alex touched me. He
was still on his porch, right? I turned to double check. Yes, he was still
swinging; staring intently at Michael and me.
Suddenly, lightning flashed in the sky. I
grabbed Michael’s arm and Pig barked. It shot through the sky like a bullet of
fire. It was pink in color. Rain pelted me in the forehead. It began to pour.
“We better go back to Millie’s house until
this rain stops.” Michael guided me out of the woods. He pulled the hood of his
ski jacket over my head so that I did not get drenched.
When we got inside Millie’s house I
stripped out of my two wet jackets and stood in front of her small portable heater,
shivering. On one of the bistro chairs was the jacket Alex tossed at me in the
henhouse.
I
reached over and snatched it.
About the Author:
Christina Leigh Pritchard was born and raised in South Florida. Her first
stories were written at the age of nine in $0.15 wide ruled spiral notebooks
(which were supposed to be used for class) ;o)~ and in the various diaries she
kept. Stories she wrote from age nine to twelve fill about four storage boxes!
Since she's upgraded to a computer, she's completed over fifty books and
still going strong. Her genre's include dark fantasy, young adult, drama,
suspense, historical romance, multicultural, comedy, poetry and many more.
Her main aspirations in life are: her dog, Teacup; the beach, writing and
well, writing! The author says, "I breathe novels. Is there really
anything else worthwhile besides writing and of course faith?"
What she says the most
rewarding thing a person can do:
1. "Give all of your excess. You don't need it so why store it and
allow it to collect dust?"
2. Listen to the stranger next to you whether on a bus, plane, park
bench-whatever. Learn all you can about them and then notice how in such a
short amount of time they had the ability to teach and/or change you!
Thanks so much for the post! And no worries! ;o) Wishing you the best!
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