It’s the release day for Megan Tayte’s Darkly, Deeply, Beautifully, the fifth book in her Ceruleans series! And now it’s time to
celebrate!
Below you will find info about the book, info about how to get free books, info about how to enter a GIVEAWAY, and more!
(Ceruleans #5)
Publication
Date: February 16, 2016
Ebook, 313 pages, Heaven Afire
Genres:
YA, Paranormal
DARKNESS
HAS FALLEN, AND SHE ALONE WILL SEE THE LIGHT.
With
her mother’s life hanging in the balance, Scarlett is devastated – and done
with being in the dark. She wants answers, all of them.
But
when was her pursuit of the truth ever straightforward?
Pulling
a single thread impels a great unravelling. And each revelation will force
Scarlett to rethink what she thought she knew about the Ceruleans, the Fallen,
her family – herself.
All
that came before was a mere prelude to this, the last journey. From London to
Twycombe to Hollythwaite to Cerulea, Scarlett will be stalked by the ghosts of
what has been, what may have been and what may come to pass. Until she reaches
the place where it all began, and it all must end.
But
in the final reckoning, none will survive unscathed. And some will not survive
at all.
In
this explosive conclusion to The Ceruleans series, all must be defined by their
actions: sinner, saint… or something more beautiful entirely?
My Thoughts
I really need to get with it for this series. These books
sound amazing! If only there was more time in the day. *shakes first to sky*
Curse you, college!
You should totally take a look at the excerpt for Darkly, Deeply, Beautifully. It’s very
hot, very sweet, and very intriguing.
Make sure you check out the rest of the series, if you haven't already! Book one, Death Wish, is currently free on Amazon!
Make sure you check out the rest of the series, if you haven't already! Book one, Death Wish, is currently free on Amazon!
An
Excerpt
I
kissed Luke then. I kissed him. Like I hadn’t kissed him in more than a week –
since before London, since before Hollythwaite, since Barcelona: when we’d been
just a regular couple on a city break, wrapped up in each other. Through the
kiss I heard his sigh, the release of emotion. And then he pulled me to him,
onto his lap, and I kissed his lips, his jaw, his collarbone, his shoulder, and
he kissed my lips, my earlobe, my neck, my –
‘No!’
My robe
had slipped, exposing my back, and I struggled off him and wrestled with the
fabric entangled at my waist.
He
stood up. Put his hands on my shoulders. Said my name with so much tenderness
that I had to stop. Had to look at him. The room was steamy, the glass doors
occluded. No one could see. Only him.
‘Trust
me,’ he said.
I did.
Slowly,
he turned me. I steeled myself as he took it in, the brand I now wore. Non
Serviam. I will not serve. Emblazoned on my back in the form of angry, jagged
scar tissue.
When I
felt his lips on the nape of my neck, I jerked in shock. But his hands on my
hips held me still as he traced the path of the scar, one kiss at a time, from
its very top to its termination just above my bikini bottoms.
‘Beautiful,’
he said.
I
turned to him. He smiled up at me.
Sinking
down so that we were both kneeling, I said, ‘How could you…?’
‘How
could I not?’ was his answer. ‘I was there, Scarlett. I saw what you did for
your mother. That scar: it’s beautiful.’
‘But
it’s a punishment, Luke. Because I sinned. That’s not beautiful. It’s dark.
Wrong.’
‘No!
Don’t you say that. Trying to save your mother – that could never be wrong. If
I’d had the chance, I’d have done it. My mum, my dad, Cara… I’d have saved them
all. And you. I would always save you.’
His
eyes were glistening, and I lunged for him and hugged him hard.
‘So
stop hiding it from me,’ he finished, his voice muffled in my hair. ‘Please.
Because I love that scar on you so goddam much.’
I
nodded into his shoulder and he squeezed me.
It was
calm in our little haven. Still. Warm. Nothing existed but Luke and me. We held
each other for a long time, drifting in the haze.
And
then Luke sat back and said, ‘So, you and me. We’re good?’
‘We’re
good,’ I told him. Then I frowned and added: ‘For now. You know, Gabe, the
Fallen: I have no idea what we’re getting into.’
‘Me
either.’ He reached out a finger and drew, in the condensation on the glass
door, a little lightbulb. ‘But whatever lies ahead,’ he said, ‘it has to be
better than living in the dark.’
The
Giveaway
The
Author
Once upon a time a little girl told her grandmother that
when she grew up she wanted to be a writer. Or a lollipop lady. Or a fairy princess
fireman. ‘Write, Megan,’ her grandmother advised. So that’s what she did.
Thirty-odd years later, Megan is a professional writer and
published author by day, and an indie novelist by night. Her fiction – young
adult romance with soul – recently earned her the SPR’s Independent Woman
Author of the Year award.
Megan grew up in the Royal County, a hop, skip and a (very
long) jump from Windsor Castle, but these days she makes her home in Robin Hood's
county, Nottinghamshire. She lives with her husband, a proud Scot who
occasionally kicks back in a kilt; her son, a budding artist with the soul of a
palaeontologist; and her baby daughter, a keen pan-and-spoon drummer who sings
in her sleep. When she's not writing, you'll find her walking someplace green,
reading by the fire, or creating carnage in the kitchen as she pursues her
impossible dream: of baking something edible.
Thank you very much for sharing. Megan x
ReplyDeleteNo prob. Thanks for letting me be a part of your release day! XD
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