Shattered Grace by K Anne Raines
Book Blog Tour Dates: 02/28/2013 – 03/28/2013
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Author Bio:
K Anne Raines is the author of Shattered Grace, book one
in the Fallen from Grace Series. She is a Washington State University graduate
and the senior accountant at a local firm in her home town. K Anne’s
impassioned but regular commitment to chocolate covered raisins inspires
creativity at home...where ever the raisins are, there she is with her laptop.
A lover of great sushi and other fine food, K Anne prefers coffee in the
morning, the right wine in the evening, and her fireplace at all times. A
Northwest native, K Anne Raines is the mother of three, cat lover, avid
exerciser, and blanket hogger.
Shattered Grace Blurb:
Seventeen-year-old Grace grows up knowing she’s different, but she
always attributed it to a mother who didn’t want her, a father who abandoned
her, and a curse that sets her apart. Despite those struggles, her grandfather
remained her rock and confidant. Her life irrevocably shatters the day her
grandfather dies.
The day of his funeral sets off a chain of events, making Grace
question everything she’s ever known to be true, and as a result, who she can
truly trust. She inherits his house, part of his money, his Guardian, and
something that ties them together. Just before Grace’s 18th
birthday, she is thrust into a world she couldn’t fathom existed. She’s been
destined for greatness, but at what cost? With eyes now open, she must decide
to either be Chosen, or watch those around her suffer the consequences.
Torn between the man who’s come to protect her, and the one sent to
destroy her, she teeters on the edge of contemplation…
What does it mean for those she loves….and the rest of mankind?
Excerpts – 4 to Choose From:
1:
“This next one’s called ‘Killing Man’ by Jack Savoretti.”
Darius put the mic back in its stand and the band began a slow, ominous rhythm
that shushed the crowd. Darius’ eyes closed as he hung on to the mic like a
lifeline.
Grace’s knees trembled. This guy was definitely a danger to
the heart. Her mind shot off warning bells to leave. Now. She bit the inside of her cheek, ignoring it, and tightened her
fingers around her knees. The melody
swam over her, making her shiver. She took in a cursory breath, and struggled
to take in another. She should get up now, walk away. But the first line
chained her to her seat.
In the haunting timbre of his voice was an outpouring of
emotion that completely captivated her heart. Everyone and everything fell away
as she sat enslaved, caught up in every word he sang. The song was a crying out
of his soul. She felt it as surely as she felt her own heartbeat.
2:
He turned and rested his shoulder against the door frame,
staring deeply into her eyes. Even in the dim light, Grace could see the
instant his gaze switched from playful to intense. Down there in the closed
confines of the underground, it became more than just a stare. It seemed like
the stare sucked the air right out of the hallway, because she suddenly
couldn’t breathe. Her heart rate spiked simultaneously, making it that much
harder to gasp for the depleted oxygen quietly. Grace took a step backward and
her shoulder blades pressed into the wall. She held the bag against her chest,
hoping to seem at ease, even though his gaze made her want to squirm.
Slowly, Quentin folded his arms over his chest as well and
crossed one foot over the other, never taking his eyes from hers. A devilish
grin turned the edges of his mouth up like horns, and she couldn’t take it
anymore. “What?”
“Nothing,” he replied, turning his head and smirking at the
wall. When he pushed himself away from the door frame, the hole-boring
intensity was gone. “Relax.” Right, she sighed mentally.
3:
“It wasn’t your fault,” Quentin said softly as he came up
behind her, touching her briefly on the shoulder before lowering himself to sit
on the edge of the coffee table. He leaned toward her, resting his elbows on
his knees as he stared into her eyes, his expression conveying his compassion.
Grace raised her tear-filled eyes. “It wouldn’t have
happened if I wasn’t in the car with them.” Tears spilled over her lower lids,
blurring her view of Emily’s picture glowing from the cell phone she still
gripped.
“Look at me.” Quentin lifted her face with a gentle finger.
“It was my fault. It’s my job to keep you safe and I failed.”
She heard every word Quentin spoke, but couldn’t cling to
them like he intended. Every one of her friends could have died—because of her,
not him. Visions of caskets and grieving families had her pulse quickening.
Worry festered in the center of her chest—circling and tearing at her until
what rose forth was anger. With every beat of her heart, the anger pulsed
stronger. No. In her head, she said it again. No. The word ricocheted like a war cry through her cerebral cortex
until it owned her, heart and soul. Energy channeled through every inch of her
body. A shiver chased behind it. Those she cared for and loved would not pay
for what she was.
In that instant, Grace felt the power of her choice thunder
through her like an electrical current. Just like Seth in the movie, she chose
to be what she was meant to be, and not to shed what she originally thought was
a burden. Newly determined, she leveled her gaze with Quentin’s.
“What do I need to do to make sure they never hurt anyone I love again?”
Quentin gazed back at her, his features rearranging
themselves into an expression flat and cold—deadly. “You train and you fight
back. You let me do my job. And we don’t let
them win. Ever.”
Resolve steeled her voice. “We won’t.”
4:
As they continued talking, electrically charged molecules
cavorted between them, pulling their bodies closer together. Grace was
hyperaware of the slight movement he made, and where his body touched hers with
every word. Peeking at him from under her lashes, she licked her bottom lip and
watched his hands as they moved absentmindedly on his knees, wondering what
they’d feel like against her face, tangled in her hair. How would it feel to be
wrapped in his arms, or to snuggle into the crook of his neck? How would his
lips feel pressed against hers, or… Her head snapped down to peer in her cup.
She wondered if something had been slipped into her drink. It looked empty, so
she shook it for good measure. Yep, it was almost gone. Three down.
The phone in her pocket buzzed against both their legs. Her
hands grabbed for it while she sent Darius an apologetic look. She felt like
tossing the phone in the fire, but peeked at the backlit screen anyway.
Quentin: DON’T YOU THINK YOU’VE HAD ENOUGH?
With her iPhone cupped in both hands, she stared across the
flames at the others sitting around, noticing Brian and Leah. No, she decided, shaking her head. She
certainly didn’t think so.
Grace: Not at all!
Irritated he was playing Guardian/father again, she
continued.
Grace: I have a DD if I can’t drive. A GA if im in dnger
& a ST sittin b-side me.
She giggled a little at the last part. Darius sat silently
next to her, minding his own business. Her phone buzzed again seconds later.
Quentin: What’s an ST?
Grace: A sure thing.
Quentin: NOT FUNNY.
Grace: Who said im kidding?
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