Monday, July 22, 2013

Book Tour: Shadow Embraced By Cheree Smith

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Shadow Embraced
(Haven #1)

No escape.

Those words haunt Scar's dreams. She thinks the creature that terrorises her while asleep isn't real, but when she's abducted and taken to a reform school meant to contain creatures too dangerous to function in society, she starts to wonder whether she isn't some monster.

She turns to an underground fight club full of vampires, werewolves and witches established by the students to control her urges, and who is she kidding, she loves to fight.

When fighters begin to disappear, turning Scar into the prime suspect, she must race to prove her innocence before her true nature is exposed.

The only problem is that she's not entirely sure she's innocent.

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Chapter 1


THE PALE GIRL KNOCKS ME BACK AGAINST THE fleshy wall of the crowd with a couple of hard smacks. I scramble away from a woman in a purple dress, my eyes on my opponent. Over the pulsing music, the crowd keeps up their tribal chant:

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

This is my first time at The Basement - innovative name for a club set up on the second-storey. The dim lights and smoky atmosphere make the graffiti on the walls blaze. Between the pinball machines, sagging lounges, and the close-pressed crowd, there isn't much room to manoeuvre.

"What are you waiting for?" the girl hisses. She could be Snow White with her porcelain skin and long, raven hair. "You started this. It was between me and her." She extends one long finger towards my best friend, Alex.

Alex watches from the side-line. This is becoming the norm. Whenever we go out she always gets in trouble and I'm the one to fix it - usually with some bloodshed.

I don't know what Alex did to piss this poisonous cow off, but now I want blood.

My opponent launches at me. I shield my face from her punches. It all comes down to waiting for an opening. She's fast, almost as fast as me. It's difficult to maintain my balance long enough to strike back.

I duck under a right hook and seize my chance. I throw an uppercut and knock her pale ass to the ground.

A single word roars through the room. "Scatter!"

The tight circle breaks and chaos erupts. The girl springs to her feet. The need to fight still blazes in her eyes, but there's something else emerging as well. Her eyes change to a deep crimson. I stumble back, trying to suppress the cold fear swimming in my gut.

The woman in purple looms closer. Her dress drags along the floor as she moves. Grabbing my opponent by the arm, she whispers something in her ear.

The woman's gaze meets mine. Her eyes are as white as quartz with a translucent glaze. I can't take my attention off of her. I hadn't noticed the long black stick she carries until now. Her body twists in my direction and she pushes people out of the way with her stick as she nears, dragging the girl - who thrashes and screams - behind her. The girl's red eyes still focused on me.

I can't move.

The room plunges into darkness, leaving only the faint bank of emergency lights marking the stairs.

"Come on, Scar. We have to get out of here." Alex seizes my arm, forcing me back into reality. She pulls me towards the scattering of kids that remain from the mass exodus.

By the time we reach the exit, sirens howl above the noise. The only means of escape is cut off and people charge back up the stairs, taking refuge on the darkened dance floor. The cops block the exit and seal the room.

A strong hand grips my shoulder and jerks me backwards into a group of girls. I fall to the ground and heavy individuals trample on my legs. A cop forces my hands behind my back and secures them in cool metal cuffs.

He pulls me to my feet and leads me down the packed staircase.

"I've got it from here," a familiar voice says as a hand clutches my shoulder. "I'm sure they still need your help inside."

"Okay," the cop says, relinquishing his hold of me. "If you're sure."

"I am." The new cop takes me over to his car and unfastens the cuffs. Opening the back door, he says, "You know, I can't keep doing this for you."

I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off.

"I don't want to hear it. We'll talk about this at home."

I slide onto the vinyl seat and close the door. "Sorry, Dad," I whisper.

I lean my head against the cold window of the car door and wait for the car to start up. It takes about five minutes before Dad's sitting behind the wheel and we're heading away from the club.

An involuntary shiver creeps up my spine as the image of the woman in purple comes to mind. It really looked as if she was coming for me. I don't even want to think about what she wanted. Turning my attention to the passing scenery, I shake all thoughts of that woman out of my head.

The streetlights forge speech bubbles of illumination in the air. A faint glow from the moon casts eerie shadows behind the dark clouds. The early morning streets of Sydney are still packed with people coming and going from clubs. Most of the girls look like they borrow all their clothes from their little sisters. The guys, on the other hand, choose a different style; fighting hard to keep their pants from falling down. For some reason, they think it's an appealing look.

I turn my head to face the back of Dad's seat. His messy auburn hair pokes out from beneath his blue hat. He takes an occasional glimpse at me from the central mirror.

The car slams to the right as we turn a corner and my heart jerks against my ribs. We stop at the curb in front of an aging two-storey redbrick townhouse. Dad gets out and moves around to my door. He opens it and waits for me to get out - without saying a single word to me.

I glance at the house. Mum stands in the open doorway, and she doesn't look happy. She still has her nurse uniform on. Strands of tangled sandy hair fall free of her ponytail.

I stop in front of her. "Hi, Mum." My voice comes out as a whisper.

Mum stares at me with puffy hazel eyes for a moment before turning around and going back inside.

"You'd better get to your room." Dad enters the apartment and leaves me standing in the doorway. "Your mother and I will speak with you later."

I force my legs to continue moving, staring at the brownish carpet that lines the floor.

Gripping the banister, I launch myself up the stairs. The scent of lavender and bleach drifting around me brings a nauseous wave to my stomach.

I rush to my room, ignoring the loud conversation coming from my parents' room, and close the door behind me. All the movie stars and bands from the posters covering my walls watch me with accusing eyes.

Wiping the tears away, I throw myself onto the bed without even bothering to pull the sheets down. Feeling the soft mattress beneath me, I draw my eyes shut. I can only muster enough strength to kick my shoes off before the endless abyss of sleep overtakes me.

* * *

The scene plays out as if I'm watching a movie. I stand in a church. Don't ask me why - I'm not religious, and I'm not even sure if I've set foot inside a real one. Thin streamers of light drift through the dirt encrusted stained glass, making spider webs glisten high up in the rafters. The few pews that remain standing sag. The rest is kindling strewn across the floor.

I move down the aisle. The floorboards creak beneath my feet. Each step launches billows of dust through the air. I can see it. A single mirror stands at the far end beside a pedestal that holds a golden chalice. Believe me, I don't want to be anywhere near it, but my feet have a mind of their own.

The mirror is not normal. Its surface casts no reflection. All I can see beneath the glass is a vast sea of jet-black nothingness, and yet, I know something is hiding there within the shadows. Something that waits for me, watching me. That's what scares me the most.

'No escape,' a voice that doesn't sound human sneers.

A scent drifts past my nose and makes my mouth water. It smells like cinnamon and honey, but I know it isn't. My gaze dances around the hall, coming to rest on the chalice.

As I reach out, every nerve screams I must have it. Using my other hand, I try to stop myself. I don't want it, I only have to tell my mutinous hand that. It won't stop. I grip the smooth stem. It pulsates with warmth. The thick crimson liquid swirls within the bowl. I raise the cup to my mouth and my heart races as the warm liquid touches my lips.

'No escape,' the voice repeats in a low growl.

My Review:

I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.

Scar is a Dahampir which is a half- vampire/half-human. Her family has hid this from her; her whole life. But then Scar starts going through the change earlier than anyone thought she would. When the change came upon her, Scar had no idea what was going on. She almost kills her best friend Alex and puts her in the hospital. Scar is taken away to a place where there are other people or should i say creatures? (well I don't exactly like that word either) like her. Scar doesn't understand what is going on and no one will explain to her what is happening to her and why she is there. She wants to call her mother you know to let her know where she is, she knows that her mother will be worried. But the ones who have taken her won't let her call home. They say that everything has been taken care of. I guess they mean that they have already contacted Scar's mother but I am not sure that is what they mean exactly.

Scar has started going through the change early and no one expected this. Everyone at the school seems to hate Scar or this is what she feels or since. She thinks they all hate her. They won't explain to her what is happening to her or explain the rules to her. They think that if she doesn't know the rules and what to do then that makes her a dumb a**. If someone has never been given the knowledge of something doesn't make them a dumb a**. If everybody knew everything wouldn't this make them god? If you don't know, you don't know.

Scar is having some issues with one of the girls at the school. This girl just will not stay out of Scar's face. So Scar and this girl get into a fight and this is one of the rules that must not be broken. Well Scar and this girl get caught fighting. A werewolf comes along and pulls them apart and stops the fight of course. The werewolf is a part of the student council and so therefore gets a hand in deciding her faith. The council puts their heads together and decide that fighting with the big dog (no pun intended here) which just happens to be the werewolf is to be her punishment for getting caught fighting. After the fight is over "the big dog" tells her not to get caught fighting again. What I am thinking at this point is that by saying it this way "don't get caught fighting" again to mean that it is ok to fight as long as you don't get caught doing it, right?

Someone at the school is attacking the students and everyone thinks that Scar is the attacker. Evan Scar herself is not sure if it is her at times. Strange things are happening to her that she can't explain or can't remember sometimes. Scar must prove that she is innocent of hurting anyone. Will she be able to prove her innocents? Can she stay alive long enough?

Would I recommend Shadow Embraced? You bet your bottom dollar I would. Shadow Embraced is an extremely good book. I like that Scar was a girl who could take care of herself and didn't need a man to do it for her. Scar wasn't scared of anyone man, woman or creature. She would fight anyone who happens to get in her face.

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Cheree Smith

Cheree Smith lives in a country town in Australia as a high school English teacher where she writes paranormal, horror and dark stories for young adults. She enjoys listening to and learning about legends and myths, watching scary movies and dreaming up new worlds where monsters can come alive. When she is not in her writing cave she can be found listening to music, even dabbling in the occasional writing of music or reading.

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