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Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Tour Stop: Shadow of the Blood Moon Giveaway

Welcome to my 2nd stop at the Shadow of the Blood Moon Book Tour organized by Heather at SupaGurl Tours. I have the book and author info, an excerpt, and a giveaway.

Title: Shadow Of The Blood Moon (Volume 2)
Series: Blood Moon, book 2
Author: Robin P. Waldrop
Published: August 27th 2012
Shadow of the Blood Moon
Genevieve Labreck is back with a score to settle. Her mom has been kidnapped by Zane, hybrid and all-around monster. Rumors fly that Gen’s mom is holed away in Prague, a city recognized by humans for its serene beauty and intense culture, but Gen and Will know something humans don’t. Prague is haunted by dark, evil forces.
Can Gen and Will save her mom, or will they be too late?
Some will live, others will fall. At what price do you walk away from those you love?

Someone followed us. I knew it and so did William. He didn’t say anything, but then he didn’t have to. His actions emulated my thoughts. I watched from the corner of my eye as he continuously checked his mirrors. I had the distinct feeling it had everything to do with a man I spotted eyeing me at the curb just outside the airport exit. The same style headlights had been following us since we left the airport. Staying back just far enough, trying to appear inconspicuous, but close enough to never lose sight of his intended target.

An hour earlier, when we had stepped off the jet William borrowed from his dad, we walked arm in arm across the tarmac and in through the double doors. Once inside, we found the line and waited to go through customs. We had depleted the last of our blood supply in flight and he acted somewhat worried. He had good cause, though. I would be hungry soon.

Vampires normally fed every five to seven days. But newly turned vampires craved blood much more often. And for some reason, with me, it had been worse. Sometimes, I just couldn’t get enough. The more I drank, the more I wanted. Maybe it had something to do with the fact before William turned me I had been a werewolf. A werewolf’s sense of smell was many times more sensitive than even that of a bloodhound.

William said it would take my body some time to adjust. Until then, being around humans would almost certainly prove to be a challenge. The smell of fresh blood in the air drove me mad. Just thinking about it made my mouth water and my heart beat faster.

When we approached the line of people, William leaned in close and whispered, “Remember what you learned? Hold your breath as much as possible. It’ll help to block out the smell.”

After William convinced me vampires didn’t need oxygen, he spent hours, while we were on the plane, helping me to train my mind to accept the fact. He’d also said, at the same time we held our breath, we needed to move our chests in and out to simulate breathing, just in case someone took notice. I really had to concentrate hard to make my chest move while also remembering to not take in a breath.

My amplified sense of smell took over inside the crowded building. My heart sped up and William took hold of my hand and gave it a couple of gentles squeezes, just to reassure me. An airport was not the ideal place for a newly turned vampire’s first major outing. When we left Alaska there had been all of five or six people at the tiny airport. William and I, mostly I, fed on several bags while in the car, so I felt quite satisfied before getting on the jet.

Inside Prague International Airport had been a different story all together. I forgot and took in a breath. My senses went berserk. I couldn’t believe how many different blood smells lingered everywhere. Sure, there were other smells too, like brewed coffee, grilled hamburgers, and freshly baked doughnuts. All the aromas I used to love made me nauseous.

We stepped a little too closely to a slightly older couple in line directly in front of us. Her scent captured my attention causing my mouth to salivate. She wore her hair in a messy bun. Bad move on her part. My eyes fixated on the back of her neck visible above her round neck shirt.

“Concentrate, Genevieve,” William whispered. “We’ll be through the gate in a few minutes.” His soft lips tickled my ear as he spoke, and the woman standing in front of us, glared at me over her shoulder when she heard me giggle.

We made it through customs without me attacking her. William scooped up our bags and led me through the crowd. There really wasn’t much difference between Prague’s International Airport, and LAX except I could understand most of the people at LAX. I couldn’t understand anything these people said.

I stopped when I spotted the same woman, who had given me ‘the look’ while in line, walking into the bathroom. “William, I, uh, I have to go to the bathroom.” FYI—vampires still pee. Blood is a liquid, and our bodies don’t absorb everything we drink.

Obviously, William hadn’t seen her enter the bathroom or he would never have let me to go. His forehead wrinkled when he kissed my hand and then held it another brief second before he turned it loose. “Remember, don’t breathe. Don’t talk. Don’t even look at anyone,” he said, staring intently into my eyes.

Right away when I stepped through the door I noticed the bathrooms in Prague were different than in the States. The stalls were individual rooms. Each one fully enclosed floor to ceiling with a locking door. Perfect for complete privacy and muffling sound.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply through my nose and knew instantly which room she occupied. I strolled over to the sink and pretended to wash my hands while I watched the doorknob to her stall in the mirror.

When I heard a click and saw the knob begin to turn I dashed across the room, my hand flew over her mouth the second she opened the door. Quietly lifting her feet off the floor I pushed my way inside. The moment she looked into my eyes she stopped trying to fight. As I sank my teeth into her neck her body went limp and she moaned in soft whispers. Her blood tasted rich and sweet like nectar. The thick liquid flowed a little slower with each beat of her heart. I had only meant to drink a little, but with the taste of fresh blood being so much more delectable than bagged blood, I couldn’t stop. I continued to drink and probably wouldn’t have been able to stop before killing her, but a sudden terrifying vision flashed through my mind.

A horrifying scene of a woman being tortured, slashed open by long claws, blood oozing from her chest. And finally, she lay dead, her heart had been ripped out, and I could see clearly as it beat a few more times before stopping.

A wave of panic washed over me and I sat her on the toilet, propping her against the wall. I hurriedly cleaned her neck with wet tissue before disappearing from the stall. My saliva would make the wound heal in a matter of seconds and when she woke, she wouldn’t remember anything.

I stopped for a second just inside the door, smoothing my hair and wiping remaining traces of her blood from my mouth. I forced a smile and tried to act calm when I exited the bathroom. “Okay,” I said to William. “I feel much better now.” I looked toward the front of the building, trying to avoid his eyes.

I felt his eyes on me for a really long few moments before he quietly grabbed my arm, and jerked me through the airport. He didn’t say a word until we exited the airport, then he spun me around to face him. “What did you do, Genevieve?” He had a wild look in his eyes. A look I had never seen before, and it frightened me.

About the Author

Robin P. Waldrop hails from Miami, but lives in Alabama with best friend, business partner, and husband John. She is a mother of five, grandmother of five, and owner of a variety of different animals.
When she’s not working at her business with her husband she’s found at her computer where she breathes life into all the wonderful characters that are born from her vivid imagination.
She is an award winning author who enjoys writing edgy YA paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and FBI suspense/thriller novels and short stories. Always a voracious reader with an unapologetic television addiction, Robin still searches for the perfect cup of coffee.


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