Sunday, August 4, 2013

Fevered Souls by S.K. Falls #Giveaway ~ #Book Tour ~ Excerpt & 5 Star #Review

Fevered Souls  
by S.K. Falls
Series: Fevered Souls, Volume 1
Publication date: August 5th, 2013
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance


After I left for college, I thought I’d never see Eden again. But I found myself headed back four years later, destitute and unable to find a job anywhere else. Still, I was adamant nothing would keep me there for long.

Then I met the intoxicating Dax Allard. Copper-colored eyes, skin that emanated an exceptional heat, and a host of strange talents… It wasn’t long before I was drunk on him.

But Dax’s past was darker than mine, teeming with ancient secrets. Falling for him could cost me my life.

I had two choices: walk away or deal with the perilous consequences.

It was no choice at all.

Volume I is the compilation of five episodes of the serial novel (essentially an omnibus), and runs about 60,000 words. It is the equivalent of the first book in a trilogy of novels.


A huge fan of spooky stuff and shoes, I enjoy alternately hitting up the outlet malls and historic graveyards in Charleston, SC where I live and imbibe coffee. My husband and two small children seem not to mind when I hastily scribble novel lines on stray limbs in the absence of notepads.

Since no writer’s biography is complete without mention of her menagerie of animals, you should know I have one dog that doubles as a footstool, a second that functions as a vacuum cleaner, and a cat that ensures I never forget that my hands are, first and foremost, for pouring cat food.

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I really like the fast pace of this book. I am very glad that I have the while first season, as I would not have liked the wait between each little cliffhanger, as I am not a fan of those anyway.

I know lots of people are not fans of the insta-love, but this is a little different, and easy to accept, as it’s a supernatural connection they have, but if it was not that way, then sure, I would feel the same way. But we are dealing with the supernatural here, so its acceptable.

I really liked Dax, he was very sexy, and protective, and I liked that. He would do anything to keep Cara safe. I thought for awhile she should be with James, but I see that probably won’t happen, but who knows, as I will need to read the next season to find out. I was not happy about the cliffhanger at the end of this season one, (which ends with episode 5).

I guess I will have to get the next one when I can, to find out.

I am confused on this cover for the whole season, it does not fit the characters at all. I know it is supposed to be Dax, as I see the smoke (which is what happens, he puts off lots of heat, being a Demon and all) but he is supposed to have black hair, and the guy on this cover has blonde, and that just bugs me. I can’t say I loved the cover of the episodes much, but at least the hair color is correct. I am all about covers. I do like the overall look of this one, just not the fact as it does not match the characters.

Here is a little taste of a steamy scene:

He leaned down, his lips coming closer to mine. I held my breath without meaning to, anticipating the burning that would only half have to do with his temperature.

When his lips closed over mine, I snaked my arms around his neck, and fisted my fingers in his gorgeous, thick hair. I pressed my body closer to his, my lips opening hungrily, our tongues meeting, tangling together.

Dax's hands traveled slowly up and down my back and then slid to my waist. He was gentle with his mouth, tasting me, nibbling so softly on my lower lip. When I broke off to catch my breath, sweating from the heat he put off, he slipped his full lips down to my throat and kissed his way to my collarbone, nibbling along its width. A soft moan escaped from my throat.

His head jerked up, his pupils so dilated his eyes looked black. He was almost painfully hot now, but I resisted the urge to move back the fraction of an inch that the tree branch would allow.

"You are so damn irresistible," he said, his every muscle tense. "You have no idea how much I'm restraining myself at this moment."

"Maybe..." I tried to catch my breath. "Maybe you shouldn't restrain yourself."

I do recommend this book to fans of the Paranormal. It will keep you interested for sure. It did me.

5 out of 5 stars for sure.

This review is also at Goodreads, here and Amazon, here.

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Eden, North Carolina, my hometown. There couldn’t be a more perfect version of my own personal hell than if the devil had designed it himself.
I watched the encroaching wall of trees through my cracked windshield, a knot of sadness and anger blocking my throat, inhibiting my ability to swallow.
In spite of my best intentions, I was back, breaking every promise I’d ever made to myself. I couldn’t believe I was returning to this place after only four years.
Eden was one of those bucolic, idyllic towns people in the big city imagine when they dream of retiring to the country. Bordered by mountains on one side, flush with greenery and trees and every kind of wildlife, Eden was something out of a fairytale.
I hated it.
Just seeing the cloud-choked winter sky pressing down on me—encasing me in a sphere of gray and green—brought back the old depression, that sense of oppression and helplessness. I tried to suck in a deep breath; a difficult task when the air in my car didn’t work and I couldn’t roll down my window.
I pulled over at Eden’s unofficial scenic overlook and got out to stretch my legs. The overlook was a flat piece of land, just before you got to town proper, which rose up over the valley beneath. The mountainside under me was covered in soft, dense vegetation, like a carpet of green. Across the way, trees and fog clung to the sloping land.
See? It’s not so bad here, Cara, I thought desperately. It’ll be a nice break from Chicago’s pollution. And Thanksgiving’s coming up. It’s good to be home for the holidays. I shakily inhaled the wet, chilly air and let my eyes wander for just another minute. One more minute to collect myself before I was officially and irrevocably Back Home.
When the first freezing drops of rain splashed against my skin, I squared my shoulders and turned to make my way back to the car. But a patch of bloodstained white fur, down a few feet from where I was standing, caught my eye.
Was it an animal in trouble? Had it been hit?
“Hey.” I raised my voice over the wind, but it lay there, still, most of its mass sheltered by bushes. I pursed my lips and made a loud kissing sound, but it still didn’t move. Sighing, I stepped over the rickety fence toward where it lay. I was fairly good on Eden’s hills; I’d grown up playing mountain goat with my dad, the unofficial wild animal rescuer of the town. It was his voice I was hearing now, telling me to check on the animal, just in case there was a chance it was still alive, that it needed help.
Kneeling by the fur, I pushed a large frond out of the way to get a better look. I stared for a long moment, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. “What the....”
Several dozen animals were scattered around in the large clearing past the thick bushes.
The animals—rabbits, deer, raccoons, and gophers, of what I could recognize—had scorch marks all over their bodies, the parts that were still intact. They’d been ripped apart limb from limb, and the thick, choking smell of rotting flesh curled into my nostrils.
When my body caught up to my brain, I stood up and backed away fast, a hand clapped over my gaping mouth. Swallowing deep lungfuls of air, I scrambled over the fence and stumbled to my car, slipping and falling as my mind reeled with what I’d just seen. Who—what—could’ve done that?
My hands, sweaty and ice cold, shook like crazy as I struggled to lock the door and start the engine. It took me a few seconds to realize that the weird wheezing, groaning sound was coming from me.
A thought hurled itself at me, like a brick to the head: I’m completely alone out here. Whatever was responsible for the carnage I’d just witnessed might still be here, watching, lurking. I put the car in drive and screeched back out onto the road.
I sped the ten miles into Eden, sliding over rain-slick roads, repeating the mantra “holy shit” over and over under my breath. What the hell had I just seen? What the hell had happened to those animals?
My poor old car complained loudly any time I tried to push her over fifty, but I ruthlessly held steady at forty-nine until I was within town limits. Slowly but surely, I brought my frantic heart back down under control. There had to be a rational explanation for what I’d seen... Right? There had to be. I just needed some time to think rationally about it from a safe distance away.
Besides, my brain was starting to get distracted by other thoughts and feelings. A sense of impending doom began to creep up on me, a nostalgic depression at turning on to the street that led to my mother’s house.

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  1. Thank you so much for having me today! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. :)

  2. Insta love is tricky if I can truly feel their relationship is genuine and real I don't find it unrealistic. I think that's the part that's missing in most YA novel with cheesy insta love. We don't feel any connection between them yet they fall in love in 2 days O_o. Anyways lol, so happy you loved it, Michelle!