Blog Tour | In The Dying Light

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I would like to welcome Angela Carling, who is on tour right now with her newest book, In The Dying Light!

 

I’m excited to be here today as a guest author! The theme for my blog tour is famous people who could’ve used a secret keeper. In fact, at every stop in the blog tour, I’ll be talking about a different famous person who could’ve used a secret keeper. Who comes to your mind first? Don’t tell me yet. First I’m going to give you the skinny on Secret Keepers. 

 Book two of the Secret Keeper series, In The Dying Light recently released letting fans of the series slip deeper into Winter and Liam’s world now that their lives are forever changed by Winter’s deal with her Secret Keeper.

So what is a Secret Keeper? The Short answer, a mysticcreature that has the ability to take on your secret, erasing it and the associated consequences.

Sounds pretty sweet, right? After all, everyone makes mistakes, everyone wishes they could erase the things that make them feel shameful—but there’s a catch. When you give away your secret to said enchantress, you agree to certain conditions, the most important, the next time you have a secret you will not be able to tell it—even if you want to. In The Secret Keeper (book 1 of the series) Winter thought she was done having secrets and made the deal with her beautiful, but insidious Secret Keeper. Little did she know that she would be the only one to witness the murder of her parents and because the murdering called out to her as she fled, “if you tell anyone, I’ll kill you”. Despite needing to tell her second secret, Winter’s tongue was bound by the curse leaving everyone she loved in imminent danger.  Yeah, holy something profane that I would never say…. and this is where the story really picks up steam.

Learn more or purchase the series here: 

 

Also, if you want to take your chances, I’m holding a giveaway for a digital copy of the first two books in the Secret Keeper series. All you have to do is click on this link and enter to win by telling me someone in history that you think really could’ve used a secret keeper or you can choose a different easy-peasy ways to enter, like follow me on twitter or like my Facebook page. Enter giveaway for two books

Now that you know a Secret Keeper is, we are going to talk about who could’ve really used one!


 

I’ll get the ball rolling. My personal pick for someone famous who could’ve used a secret keeper is Justin Bieber. We all know teenagers make some growing up mistakes. A mistake is what leads Winter Merrill to the secret keeper in the first place, but I’m thinking Justin would’ve found a secret keeper handy, particularly when he wasn’t caught on camera. For example the time he went into a brothel in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil or was accused of beating up someone in a club. Luckily, as in the last year, Justin is working hard on cleaning up his reputation and without any kind of super-natural being to help him. Good for you Justin.

Now it’s your time, drop on over to my blog and enter to win. I’ll be posting your “people who could’ve used a secret keeper” on twitter all week so favorite the tweet if you see your guy or gal!

 

Below, I’ve attached lots of ways to connect and an excerpt for Book 2, In The Dying Light. Come and find me. I love my readers even more than I love chocolate!

A little about Angela

Angela Carling was raised in Palm Springs California, but lives Arizona with her husband, three kids and five felines.  After years of denial she finally admitted that she is a hopeless romantic which led her to write her first Young Adult book Unbreakable Love. Since then she’s published three more books, Shackled, Becoming Bryn and The Secret Keeper. Shackled won the silver IPGA award in 2012 and has been optioned as a screenplay. She always eats the frosting off her cake and leaves the rest, and can be caught singing in public bathrooms.  When she’s not writing YA novels, she’s mentoring teen writers, making pizza with her family or dreaming of taking a nap, not necessarily in that order. 

Links to connect with Angela

 A book excerpt from Winter’s perspective

Chapter 1

I knew he

had a secret. After six months as a secret keeper, I could always tell. Usually

their eyes gave them away. This time it was his body language: his shoulders

slumped and his hands hung low, barely touching the sides of his pressed

business suit. I wasn’t fooled by his expensive clothes. Rich people do stupid

things, too, and this was going to bad one—one that would break hearts and

destroy lives. It might be infidelity or a business deal gone wrong. Whatever

it was, his confession was going to be painful to me.   He was the cocky

type, bound to do something stupid again. He might even come back to me. I

could entice him to make a final deal, and I would be free of the secret keeper

curse. I pushed aside my own despicable thoughts.   He prodded along,

inching ever closer to me. He knew I was his savior. I didn’t know who’d told

him, but he was sure I could make his secret go away. I leapt up from the park bench and ran. My bare feet

made almost no noise on the long sidewalk that pushed me deeper into the city.

  “Wait!” he called, his footsteps pounding overly-loud like angry blood

coursing through my veins. I ducked behind a one-story building and slid my

body against the scratchy stucco wall. My shirt snagged and tore, leaving my

tender skin vulnerable.   He kept in pursuit. “I have to tell you my

secret,” he screamed into the long alley that bridged the distance between us.

“You have to fix it!”   The word it reverberated off the walls like an

odd, taunting echo. I turned, and the man behind me was inexplicably next to

me. He grabbed me, pinning me to the wall with his whole body. He smelled of

rot, stinky wet forest rot, of life breaking down and disappearing forever. I

hated that smell. It was the scent of the secret keeper before me. Now, because

I bore her curse, it would become my stench.   I thrashed against him, but

he held me firm. Every muscle in my body tensed. I closed my eyes and braced

myself.   “I killed my partner so I could have control of everything,” he

confessed.   Words sank through my porous skin and into my defenseless

soul. I arched my back in pain as I absorbed and erased his unthinkable crime.

A scream tore through me and out into my dark apartment.

I sat up,

abruptly woken from my nightmare, gasping for air. My hand went to my face to

find it sticky with sweat, and my heart raced as if I’d actually been attacked.

  The dreams were getting worse. The longer I was a secret keeper, the

more real they felt. Now I wasn’t just taking on secrets during the day, I was

reliving them at night with unforgiving clarity. Is this what my secret keeper

experienced? No wonder she hid herself in a forest so no one could find her. No

wonder she was willing to let me suffer so she could be released.   I

blinked my burning eyes and tried to focus. With fumbling fingers, I reached

for my phone. It was a gift from my boyfriend Liam so that I’d never have to

feel alone. Once I’d become a secret keeper, no one, not even my parents

remembered me.   My heart rate was slowing down, but I still struggled to

push the right buttons. I hit send, and my eyes darted to the clock. I’d been

in such a fog, I hadn’t considered the time. It was 3:00 a.m. Liam would be

sleeping, exhausted from his classes and work. I quickly mashed the glowing

rectangle with the words End Call. The screen went blank, and then a picture of

Liam and I standing in front of a sign that read Welcome to ASU filled the dark

space.   I ran my hands down my face as if I could wipe away not just the

bad dream but the last six months of my life. I let myself fall back on the

bed. On my unclad arms I felt the dampness left by my sweat. I’d have to wash

my sheets again tomorrow. I’d do it after I met Liam tomorrow night.

 Thanks for stopping by and may you never need a Secret Keeper!

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