{Blog Tour} Review + Giveaway: Allusive Aftershock by Susan Griscom

Thursday, January 24, 2013

 


Today, I am on for a review for the Allusive Aftershock! I admit I joined this tour because Pepe Toth is the cover model of the book. Haha! Nope, I am not that superficial. Just stay tuned for the plot and my review! (There's a giveaway too!)


Allusive Aftershock
Title: Allusive Aftershock

Author: Susan Griscom
Publisher: Amber Glow Books
Date of Publication: December 18, 2012
Genre: YA romance

What happens when a major earthquake changes life as you know it and the boy you thought you hated ends up saving you? Three times!


Courtland Reese is the guy everyone hates and makes fun of because … well, he is weird. He communicates with animals. Strange or interesting, seventeen-year-old Adela Castielle can’t quite figure out, but when he saves her from being trampled by her own horse, she begins to understand him a little better and wants to learn more about him.



But, Max--her best friend/dream guy/someday-to-be-her-husband-only-he-doesn’t-know-it-yet--hates Courtland with a passion. Adela wants to know why, except neither boy is talking.



When Max leaves her stranded in his parents' wine cave with his worst enemy, Courtland, after what the experts are calling a “megathrust” earthquake, Adela starts to question her loyalty to Max as steamy kisses in a dark damp cellar only fuel her emotions with more conflict.



But does she really have time to worry about that when fire, destruction and mayhem surround her?


Excerpt



“I’m so sorry, Adela. I’m so sorry.” His soft voice barely registered in my ear while he stroked his hand over my head, trying to comfort me. I didn’t want comfort. I wanted to find my mom. I wanted her arms around me, rocking me the way she did whenever I became upset or sick. My legs buckled under me, and I collapsed to the ground. Max held on and sank down with me. We sat on the pile of my broken home. “I’m pretty sure she’s not here.” He continued, “I think she went to Sacramento with your dad.”



I sniffled, hoping Max was right. I knew we couldn’t search through this on our own. I just wanted to try.



I don’t know how long we sat there while I leaned against Max’s chest—could have been a few seconds, could have been a few minutes. It felt like hours. I dried my cheeks with the sleeve of my sweater but couldn’t lift my head from the comfort of Max’s embrace.



I thought about how I’d just used my sweater to wipe my tears and nose and sighed as I sniffled. Speaking softly into Max’s shirt, I said, “My mom would cringe if she saw me do that. She’d say, ‘Adela, stop, get a tissue. You’re going to ruin your sweater.’”



“Ah, you’re right, she would. Are you going to be okay?”



“No, but what choice do I have? I can only pray she’s with my dad and they’re okay—and hope Ambrosia and Aaron survived. We need to find them.”



“Right. First let’s find something for your hand.”



“My hand?”



“Yeah, look.” He placed his fingers around my wrist, turning my hand over; blood covered my entire palm. I stared at my blood-soaked hand as if it belonged to someone else. “When did I do this?”



“You fell when you were running toward the sweater.”



“Oh yeah, right, I fell.” I shrugged. “There’s a lot of blood, but it doesn’t hurt.”



“It will once the shock wears off.” He found a small dishtowel under the ramshackle pile of debris in the kitchen area and wrapped the soft cloth around my hand, tying a knot at the backside. “That should be tight enough to stop the bleeding. Let’s go to my house. My folks can help us.”



Review



My Rating: 3/5 stars



I really enjoyed reading this one. The YA landscape is so saturated with paranormal creatures (not that I don't love them but I gotta admit) so this novel of natural disasters is just the needed fresh breeze of air.



About Susan Griscom



I daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So I write to remember them. If I didn't write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play—a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course, I must blame it on the acting.



I love writing about characters living in small quaint towns and tend to lean toward the unusual and spooky.



My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot.






Giveaway



Please purchase the e-book to be eligible for the swag pack. Please enter your receipt number. New purchases only, date must fall between 1-14 and 2-14. If you purchase my book and then win an e-book copy of AA, I will reward you with another book of equal value of your choice. Winners will be chosen on my birthday, February 23rd.



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