I love Abra Ebner. Her story plots are addictive and beautifully written. The Knight Angels series consists of the first installment, Book of Love and the sequel Book of Revenge which is now available through these sites: Amazon / Kindle Edition / B&N. If you missed my review of the first book, check it out here. Below Abra was kind enough to give readers a sneak peek into the sequel with an excerpt. Also, I'll be reviewing Book of Revenge next week, so look out for that! Thank you to The Teen Book Scene for setting up this tour! In the meantime, enjoy getting lost in this world of angels...
Abra Ebner lives in Washington State with her husband and two cats. She writes everyday, unable to find anything else that brings her as much joy, other than love. Her travels to England, Scotland, Switzerland and Germany, as well as her studies abroad in Australia have granted her a life full of wonder and excitement. She graduated from Washington State University with a degree in Fine Art.
For more info on Abra, visit her site(s):
-Knight Angels Series Website
-Feather Series Website
Books by Abra:
Knight Angels: Book of Love (Book #1)
Knight Angels: Book of Revenge (Book #2)
Feather (Feather, Book #1)
Guardian (Feather, Book #2)
Raven (Feather, Book #3)
Parallel: The Life of Patient #32185
Second Chances (Fabulous Four, Book #1)
When We Meet Again (Fabulous Four, Book #2)
Up & Coming Books:
Ladybird, Ladybird - June 1, 2011
Knight Angels: Book of Revenge (Book #2) by Abra Ebner
Reading Level: Young Adult Fiction
Release Date: Available Now
Publisher: Crimson Oak Publishing LLC
Summary: New characters, New world, but old enemies. Emily struggles to ignore a new friend with emotions that temp her, Wes delves deeper into his past and family while finding friendship isn't reserved for the human race alone, Jane finds out her dear Max isn't what he seems, Gregs friendships cost him more than he expected, and Max forgets that the truth is best. But then again, someone always has to be the liar... Emotional baggage, begrudged enemies, and the bitterness that comes when the honeymoon of their friendship fades... Will the love survive, or as it all just a game?
Guest Post: Excerpt from Book of Revenge
“Here,” I handed Lacy the costume Emily had handed me. They’d warmed up to each other, but not enough to yet transfer gifts hand to hand. I was still the mediator.
“A witch costume,” Emily answered for me, her head still buried in the wooden chest of costumes we’d found in the attic.
“Witch?” Lacy’s nose crinkled.
“So cliché. Don’t you have anything better?”
Emily sat up, something pink and purple in her hand.“Of course I do, but I’m wearing it. Besides, a witch suits you perfectly.”
Lacy grumbled and marched to the other side of the room, holding the witch costume up in front of her.
“I don’t even want to go to this stupid thing.”
“Then don’t,” I interjected, growing tired of her constant pessimism.
Stella was perched on another trunk in the corner, her eyes closed, unconcerned by the drama that was unraveling before her—apparently she was used to it happening, and that’s what scared me.
“Here, Wes, catch.” Emily tossed a wad of green fabric at me. I caught it just before it hit me in the face. “And what is this?”
Lacy turned back to us, giggling. “I guess maybe I don’t have the worst costume, then.”
I unraveled the fabric, pulling at a bit of plum colored nylon that turned out to be the leggings. “Seriously?”
Emily turned and smiled a smile that was full of recollection. “It was my father’s once. I was a lost child that year, and he was my Peter Pan.”
I shut my eyes, seeing there was no way around this. Lacy was still giggling lightly, though her back was turned, her hands untangling a black wig.
“What time does this thing start?” I was stretching the purple leggings, hoping they wouldn’t castrate me by the end of the night.
“Eight.” Emily had a small grin on her face, the faerie wings in her hands unfolding as she straightened the wires. “Isn’t it funny? Here I am, about to wear faerie wings and they’re nothing like what real faeries are like. I should have feathers in my hair and tattoos across my skin.”
“People would think you were a biker-bird,” I added.
Emily’s energy only grew more excited. “I know! But that’s what the fairies in Winter Wood are like.”
Emily couldn’t get enough of Winter Wood. We’d gone there every day after school with Jane and Navia for a snack at the café. I wasn’t too keen on it, but watching Jane’s new friend made it worth the trip. It’s not that I had a crush on her or anything, it’s just that, well, she was breathtakingly gorgeous. It was like staring at a real life swimsuit model, only better. Luckily, I kept these thoughts in the vault of my mental mansion, behind a lead door that was three feet thick. I couldn’t risk having Emily hear them, and I couldn’t stop thinking them if I tried. Pixies had that effect, I guess.
“Emily!” Emily’s mother called from the bottom of the attic ladder. “You’re friend is here!” Emily’s face popped out of the chest once more. “Jake’s here,” she announced a second time, as though we hadn’t heard.
“Clearly,” I murmured.
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