One day to Reaper's Novice release....

Hi friends,

Reaper's Novice release is almost here, and I am soo happy . There will be 3 ebooks and 3 Amazon gifcards to be won each $10.
The blog tour will begin on 21st January - 26th, everything arranged by ATOMR book tours. Thank you to all the bloggers and authors who were kind enough to help me celebrate my book release and blog tour. Thank you for your support from the bottom of my heart.

Today I will be sharing with you some of the snippets from the book, and lastly an image of Ana--How I see her in my mind. Thank you for stopping by and reading.

Teaser #1 and 2 can be found here and here


Teaser #3

As soon as my bedroom door closes, Rolf swings me around and backs me up against the door, his entire length to mine. He slides his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. He leans down, pressing his lips on my forehead. “Your dad doesn’t trust me.”
I slide my hands up his firm chest and slip them around his neck, tangling my fingers with the silky-soft hair curling on his collar. “I don’t think my dad trusts any boy in my room.”
He chuckles, his warm breath caressing the shell of my ear. “Good thing he doesn’t.” His voice is hoarse, tossing away any decent thoughts from my mind. “I’ve missed you.” My knees barely hold me up as his lips trail my jaw, in a slow torturous pace. His arms tighten around me, melding us together. Hiking to my toes, I push my body forward until all that surrounds me is his light sandalwood aftershave.
“Missed you—” His mouth covers mine, cutting me off. Every sound inside the flat fades. Everything in me veers forward, focusing on him, on his lips on mine, not caring that my parents could walk in on us, or my siblings down the hallway could barge in. His hands travel down the hem of my t-shirt, and under it, wrap around my waist and soon his fingertips whisper into my skin. And I’m burning. They hike farther up. Every nerve in my body narrows to his fingers. I’m sure if he stops, my body will shatter into millions of worthless pieces. And when they do move up to trace the outer line of my lacy bra, my body trembles with the promise of combusting.

 Teaser #4

I slip my hand from Zig’s and inch closer, eyes glued on the vials labelled in a slant, neat handwriting in chronological order of century, year, month, date, and hour. Peering closer, I realise they’re all empty. Something writhes in the mirror. I lean forward, my nose almost touching the shelf in front of me. Mist-like grey, nearly translucent, forms swirl in its confines. Even after Zig told me what Sinteler does with souls, I’m not prepared for the real thing.
“Dear God, Zig, come take a look at this.” I glance over my shoulder to find Zig staring wide-eyed, mouth hanging open at the shelves opposite where I stand. As if the souls can sense us, the wailing becomes louder and they thrash faster.

 Teasers #5

He sniffs one more time. “Someone else has been in the room. This scent is different from the others.” He inhales again. Deeply. “So familiar. Someone was here. Someone other than your family.”
Shock renders me speechless. How can he tell? This is too weird. “If you’re referring to the manly scent hovering in the room, Anton was here earlier, all sweaty.”
“I know Anton’s scent,” he says between clenched teeth, his eyes flashing. I blink at him several times. How could he know Anton’s scent? Does this mean he knows Mom, Dad, and Lucy’s? Gross.
“No one else has been inside here other than Anton, Rolf. What’s gotten into you anyway?”
He curls his hands into fists, veins popping out. He looks like he is about to pummel anyone who dares cross his path. In one sleek move, he swallows the distance between us, grabs my upper arms and lifts me with inhuman strength. Before I can blink, my back is up against the wall next to my bedroom door, his fingers biting into my skin. Ten fingers that have always held me like glass, breathed life into my skin, now are manacles, choking the life out of it. I try to twist, but his fingers dig deeper. I never knew Rolf could be this strong.

 Teaser #6..

I push away from the door and, with knees trembling, creep to the shelves on the far right. The books are arranged in no particular order: Modern and ancient art from different cultures, steam engine building manuals, cooking recipes, classical music, architecture, castles. Down the line is a huge book: Afterworld History. It’s going to take me centuries to find anything in here. I grab the metal ladder and slide it to the other side of the room. I cringe, as it creaks, alerting the world of my presence in the room.
Sailing, Growing Tobacco, Origins of Living Things, Heaven and Hell. One shelf below the titles range from Solar Systems to Races of the Universe. Bingo. As I prepare to move a step lower, my eyes zoom in on a book—an exact replica of the ballads book Rolf gave me on my last birthday. I’m about to reach for it, when voices drift from outside the library door. I slide down the ladder, my knees trembling, and crumble to the floor. I leap to my feet and look for a place to hide. The only place is behind the floor-to-ceiling velvet curtains. I won’t make it to the other side of the room in time.
The door swings open.
Hell’s crap!

 Teasers #7

Finally, we halt outside the library door. I brace my hand on the doorframe, staring at the closed door. Zig looks at me, eyebrows pinched in concern.
I can’t move. My heart sprints in my chest, snatching the little air left in my lungs.
“Go ahead,” I say. “I’ll be right behind you.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll wait.” There’s no smile in sight, no flirting.
“Your choice. You might end up waiting forever,” I mutter. He shrugs. Right now, I’d prefer his usual smug demeanour. This sombre side of him is elevating my nervousness.
My feet and mind are at war. My mind is eager to know, but my feet are stuck on the spot, begging me to turn the other way and run. As soon as I go through this door, everything I’ve ever known will change—not that my world hasn’t tilted on its axis after the past few weeks. Can I handle whatever changes await me on the other side? Do I have a choice?
The door swings inward. I don’t have the luxury of a choice any longer.

 Teaser #8

A switch flips inside me. I leap to my feet. “Is it so much to ask for answers? Do I have to kneel and beg for the truth? Whatever is happening, it involves me. I have the right to know. Why am I being treated like some sort of fragile thing? If no one’s going to tell me what’s going on, I’m leaving.”
“Ana—”
I swing to face Schulz, my eyes narrowed. Just staring at his face fuels my anger. “I’ve had enough of this. Either someone talks or I’m leaving.” Silence bursts through the air, chasing away the echoes of my outburst. I can practically hear the wheels in their minds turning. From what I grasped when I woke up, I’m a big part of whatever scheme they’re cooking. A powerful weapon in their arsenal—the only weapon in their collection.
I wait, watching as eyes shift. The tension in the room heightens to mega proportions, and I begin to pace.
Grim’s voice finally shatters the silence. “Well, there is no need for all this drama, Ana.” I stop pacing. I really prefer when he calls me “Novice”. Ana sounds like a reprimand.

Teaser # 9

“I’m sorry I asked you to leave.” His voice drops to a whisper as if afraid someone will hear him, tortured as if his very heart is being shredded to pieces. “Please, don’t leave me.” The photo is still gripped in his hand, his knuckles white. I lift my hand to touch his but end up clenching it into a fist. I try again, and this time I’m successful. I cover his. He slowly unfolds his fingers around the photo and breathes out. When he lifts his head up, my pulse trips on itself. His grey eyes look brighter. He digs a trembling hand through his hair repeatedly.
“I’m not leaving, Ro.” I’m not sure what to think. He said I shouldn’t be here. Now he’s asking me not to leave him? His eyes dart around the room, before returning to me. He licks his lower lip. I press my hands on my legs to stop them from brushing the hair off his forehead.
“You save me. I’m asking you to stay. To save me.”
I can’t breathe. “Save you?”

 Teaser #10 

“Ana.” Grim stretches his hands toward me, palms facing up. I pull away from Zig’s arm and place my hands on Grim’s. After assessing me from head to foot with a small smile, he turns to face the dinner guests. “May I present, my Novice.”

A sudden applause blasts the air which had been quiet moments ago. The ground trembles as hands clap and feet stamp on the floor, accompanied by grunts, snorts, and blood-curdling wails. I’m glad the creatures are wearing Charms. With such disharmony of voices, I’m in no hurry to see their faces.

Swallowing hard, I turn to Zig. Am I supposed to twirl? Bow? Curtsy? He shrugs, smiling.

Finally the clamour dies down. Without another word, Grim strides back to his seat. Eyes follow after him, swinging back to me in intervals, like they’re torn between keeping their eyes on me and trailing after Grim.

Am I supposed to follow him? Or remain here, resembling a lost lamb while I suffer the weight of the curious, hungry eyes?

Zig takes my hand and tucks it around his arm. I send him a silent thank you. We follow Grim. My eyes drop to the floor and concentrate on not shrinking into Zig with his confident stride.

“Chin up, Ana. You are the Reaper’s Novice. Show no shame. Show no fear. Be proud.” Zig sounds like those managers who prep models before throwing them into the lion’s den on the runaway.

“Easy for you to say,” I mutter, holding my head high and my back straight.

He chuckles.

Writing Reaper's Novice has been a wonderful journey, and so many people helped me realise this dream. 

All I can say is, Thank you!  :)