It's always a pleasure discovering a new author and a new book. And today is one of those occasions. Today we are spotlighting K.M.Hager's exciting book Tears of the Fallen. A book that has been added to my must be read list. It's sound like a gripping book that's filled with suspense and maybe a demon or two. How cool is that. Plus she's from Devon, UK which is where I lived for 10 years before trotting off to Oz!
Enjoy finding out more about K.M.Hager's book!
Tears of the Fallen Book One
K.M.Hager
Genre: YA Fantasy
Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 52000
Cover Artist: K.M.Hager
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Book Description:
Amy Coleman on a mission to find her son, the only problem was up until two days ago she never knew she had a child.
Life for Amy is not worth living anymore; she has been brutally attacked; her nightmare of an abandoned child is seeping into her reality. There is only one person who can stop Amy's mission for death, Stephen. However, what Amy doesn't realise is falling helplessly in love with him will just lead her down a dark and deadly path and right into the middle of an angelic war.
About the Author: K.M.Hager lives in Devon with her family. When she's not being a mother or a referee to her two children, she tries to get on writing her Tears of the fallen series.
Extract
It’s only when we get to meet death personally and stare deep into its soul, which we will ever really feel the raw emotion and fear that it brings into our lives. We all think about it, sense when it's coming but like most unpleasant thoughts, we disregard it, choose to ignore the niggling doubts our instincts are so desperately trying to warn us about. So when I walked home that night, taking my usual route across the isolated beach, why didn’t I listen to mine?
I felt danger was coming; my body was trying to warn me that something wasn’t right. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up in protest, as I refused to listen to my gut and take the long route home. Fear was travelling through my veins, pumping its venom straight to my heart, drowning out the sounds of the crashing waves as the pounding over took. Even so, I was too late, I was nearly at the other end and it would be quicker just to keep moving. The clouds were closing over me and the sun was far out into the distance, ready to rest its tired head for the night. There would be no point turning back now. So I lunged forward towards the exit, desperately trying to get to the stairs so I could take the last step off the cold wet sand and onto the familiar stone of safety. But as I placed my left foot on the step and relaxed my soul, I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head. Suddenly I was flying across the sand, landing directly onto a rock. The pain was crippling, rendering me semi-conscious, unable to focus on any object or stand up and run from whatever force of nature had tried to take my life. I lay there for a minute trying frantically to muster the energy so I could escape the situation. I needed to get home, the blood from my head was trickling down the side of my face and I needed help. My eyes were trying to adjust back into focus, looking for someone to come to my aid, but I could see no one. As I lay on the dampness of the sand, I looked into the night sky and watched with panic as dark shadows emerged and hovered over me as if they were lost souls dancing over my vulnerable body.
It’s only when we get to meet death personally and stare deep into its soul, which we will ever really feel the raw emotion and fear that it brings into our lives. We all think about it, sense when it's coming but like most unpleasant thoughts, we disregard it, choose to ignore the niggling doubts our instincts are so desperately trying to warn us about. So when I walked home that night, taking my usual route across the isolated beach, why didn’t I listen to mine?
I felt danger was coming; my body was trying to warn me that something wasn’t right. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up in protest, as I refused to listen to my gut and take the long route home. Fear was travelling through my veins, pumping its venom straight to my heart, drowning out the sounds of the crashing waves as the pounding over took. Even so, I was too late, I was nearly at the other end and it would be quicker just to keep moving. The clouds were closing over me and the sun was far out into the distance, ready to rest its tired head for the night. There would be no point turning back now. So I lunged forward towards the exit, desperately trying to get to the stairs so I could take the last step off the cold wet sand and onto the familiar stone of safety. But as I placed my left foot on the step and relaxed my soul, I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head. Suddenly I was flying across the sand, landing directly onto a rock. The pain was crippling, rendering me semi-conscious, unable to focus on any object or stand up and run from whatever force of nature had tried to take my life. I lay there for a minute trying frantically to muster the energy so I could escape the situation. I needed to get home, the blood from my head was trickling down the side of my face and I needed help. My eyes were trying to adjust back into focus, looking for someone to come to my aid, but I could see no one. As I lay on the dampness of the sand, I looked into the night sky and watched with panic as dark shadows emerged and hovered over me as if they were lost souls dancing over my vulnerable body.
Just want to say, thank you for having me todayx
ReplyDeleteOur pleasure. We love the sound of Tears of the Fallen :)
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