Sunday, 16 December 2012

Book Tour: Black Moon by Jessica McQuay

It's a pleasure having author Jessica McQuay back to Bex 'n' Books. And you guys, if you've yet to discover Black Moon, are in for a treat. We have a lovely excerpt for you that will be sure to wet your palette and convince you to head straight over to Amazon or B&N to download yourself a lovely copy! 
Enjoy, and be sure to add Black Moon to your tbr list!

Black Moon
Paige Tailor Series Book One
Jessica McQuay

Genre: YA/NA Paranormal Fantasy

ISBN: 1936185741
Number of pages: 240

Cover Artist: Miriam Grunhaus

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Book Description:

"Am I losing my mind?"

Paige couldn't help but question her sanity. What other explanation could there be for her hearing a conversation held barely above a whisper in the back of a classroom full of students? What about coming home to find one of those very classmates lying in wait in the darkness of her home, ready to attack her?

Confused, frustrated and feeling every ounce of her social ostracism, Paige confides in the one person she's always been able to count on: her mom. But when her mom reveals a deeply rooted, unbelievable family secret, Paige discovers her world is filled with more than she ever imagined possible. A world where fairytales live alongside nightmares and secrets are the glue that binds them together. Suddenly no one is who they seem and Paige is faced with more questions than answers. Can she survive in a world filled with creatures scarier than anything she could imagine and where deceit runs as thick as blood? Or will the truth send her over the edge?

What we thought (To read our full 4 star review click HERE): "Black Moon is a strong start to a new fantasy series. We are introduced to a world of fae, shapeshifters, werewolves and many other species that makes Black Moon a supe-fest and an exciting one at that."

Excerpt from Chapter One

I sat across from Jay, one of the guys known throughout HH as a slacker, and I listened to Mr. O drone on and on about the periodic table, compounds and atoms. I didn’t hear a word he said. I couldn’t seem to get my mind off of what happened this morning. It was the second time it’d taken place in a matter of days, which helped to eliminate the possibility that I’d imagined the entire thing the first time. Unless, of course, I was losing my mind, which could very well be the case.
“Alright class, let’s open up our text to page four hundred and twenty two and read ourselves.”
I flipped open my book with the rest of the class but I’d read the entire chapter on elemental change last night, so I decided to use the time to worry more about what was happening to me.
What was happening to me? The question sent a chill down my spine and I wrapped my unzipped hoodie closer around me, a frown pinching my eyebrows together. I’m sure to anyone that looked it seemed like I was concentrating on my reading. It’s what I would be doing aft er all. I was the kind of girl who paid attention in each period, did her homework and aced all of my classes, with the exception of PE. Graceful and athletic were two words you wouldn’t hear people use to describe me. More like shy and quiet.
While my classmates read to themselves, I replayed the morning over and over in my head. I was up early, just as I started off each school day. I showered, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. As I packed my things into my bag, ready to head downstairs and out to my car, a white dusky light began in the palm of each of my hands. A tingling sensation accompanied the light causing me to drop my backpack.
I stared in disbelief, turning my hands palm up towards the ceiling; a trickle of fear mingled with curiosity warmed the core of my being. I brought my hands together, palm to palm and watched as the light grew stronger, casting a white luminance on the things surrounding me. The tingle grew stronger and began coursing up my arms. Scared, I pulled my hands apart and just as suddenly as it began, it stopped.
“A few minutes more class and we will jump straight into partner work.”
Mr. O’s voice pulled me from my contemplating, and feeling no closer to an answer, I sighed as I closed my book. My head began to pound and I flinched in response, pressing a finger into each of my temples. The pain fl ared, pulsed and began traveling down along my scalp to the back of my neck.
I took a deep breath that shuddered in my lungs because I was trying to keep from crying out. I closed my eyes and laid my head on the table, hoping that its coolness would at least stop whatever was happening from getting worse.
I had a brief moment of relief as the pain did ease in response to the cool touch of the tabletop. As the pain eased a roaring sound began to grow around me, fi ll my ears and my head. It was the sound of a million conversations being held at once.
Indistinguishable voices all chattering together, some laughing, some intense, some whispering, some screaming.
I fought to keep the scream building inside of me from tearing out of my throat. Just when I thought I was going to explode from the pain and the noise, it stopped. To go from so much intensity to dead silence was almost as painful. It was like the quiet had a sound and even though my classmates sat reading to themselves all around me, I felt like I could hear…something.
I looked around and found that no one was the wiser to what was going on with me. I turned back to my book and puzzled over whatever that had been. And then, out of the silence, a single voice rose. I turned, expecting the owner of the voice to be sitting next to me. Jay was the only person there and he was playing with his cell, oblivious to me.
“Matt, Tommy, I am thrilled to know you are finding the reading so interesting that you’re discussing it amongst yourselves. Perhaps you’d like to share your findings with the rest of the class?”
“I seriously doubt Matt wants the class to know that he’s been cheating on his girlfriend Samantha by hooking up with Rachel.”
Oh no. Oh no no no no no! How had I known THAT?
And why, oh why, did it come from my mouth, out loud, to the entire class?
I know how I knew. Matt’s voice was the one I’d heard earlier.
How is that even possible?
I didn’t have time to contemplate; I had a classroom full of people wondering the exact same thing judging by the looks on
some of their faces.
“How did you know that, Tailor?”
I swung around and found myself face to face with Matt. I didn’t know if the surprise had time to register on my face before he was leaning down into it, his voice a controlled whisper.
“If I fi d out that you’ve been spying on me, you little nobody, you will wish you never let my name touch your lips.”
The hairs on my neck and arms came to life, and chills pricked along my skin. I couldn’t look away from his eyes. They’d gone black as night with the exception of the pupils which were blazing gold. My tongue wouldn’t move my mouth was so dry. I couldn’t find my voice and I was starting to shiver just as Mr. O stepped between us.
“Matthew, get back to your seat.”
Then he turned to the rest of the class as the bell rang.
“Chapter fourteen for reading tonight, and be sure to answer the assessment questions at the end. You’re dismissed, with the exception of Matt, Tommy and Paige.”
Mr. O left my side to head to his desk and I began gathering my things. Th ere was no way I’d heard a conversation between Matt and Tommy. No logical way anyhow. I mean, like any jock, the two idiots sat in the back of the classroom near the cheerleaders. And I was, of course, seated up front with the other geeks. Not a word I’d use to describe myself, but like any high school around we had cliques and categorizing and, well, when it came down to it, I guess it was just plain ol’ name calling.
I risked a glance over my shoulder at Matt and found him glaring at me and Tommy next to him pulling on his arm, trying to get his attention from the looks of it. I turned back around and finished putting my things in my bag.
“Matt and Tommy, sit back down.”
I stopped zipping my bag and looked up at Mr. O.
“I don’t know what is going on between the three of you but that will be the last time it takes place in the middle of my
classroom, am I understood?”
I nodded my agreement and didn’t bother looking back at the two football jocks ruining my already shitty day.
“Paige you are one of my smartest, hardest working, goal oriented students. Let’s stick to what matters and stay out of the nonsense, okay?”
Still unable to find my voice, I nodded again.
“Okay, you can head to your next class, Paige.”
I didn’t wait to hear what he said to Matt or Tommy, I finished zipping my backpack while standing and making my way to the door.
“As for the two of you…”
Mr. O’s voice faded as the door shut with a gentle whoosh behind me. Could this day get any weirder?

About the Author:
There were three things Jessica loved to do growing up; reading, writing and playing music. She discovered her love for writing at a young age, when she realized she could create anything she wanted with words. Jessica lives in Sacramento, CA with her husband, four children, a goldfish named Sparkle and their cat, Talula. When she isn't working on the next Paige Tailor novel, taking her children to one activity or another, or folding the never ending laundry of a six person family, Jessica enjoys playing her clarinet in the community band, reading while enjoying a cup of coffee or heading to the theater and catching a movie with her husband.

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  1. Thank you so much for having me here on your blog again. <3 I truly appreciate all that you've done to help in the promotion of Black Moon. <3

    1. Our pleasure Jessica. You're welcome here anytime :)


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