Thursday, 2 April 2015

Blog Tour + Giveaway - Hidden Deep by Amy Patrick

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Hidden Deep (Book 1 of the Hidden Trilogy) by Amy Patrick
Release Date: 03/23/15
Oxford South Press
319 pages 

Summary from Goodreads:
Give in to the Glamour…

Sixteen-year-old Ryann Carroll has just run into the guy who saved her life ten years ago. You might think she'd be happy to see him again. Not exactly. She's a bit underdressed (as in skinnydipping) and he's not supposed to exist. 

After her father's affair, all Ryann wants is to escape the family implosion fallout and find a little peace. She also wouldn't mind a first date that didn't suck,but she's determined not to end up like
her mom: vulnerable, betrayed, destroyed. Ryann's recently moved back to her childhood home in rural Mississippi, the same place where ten years earlier she became lost in the woods overnight and nearly died. 

She's still irresistibly drawn to those woods. There sheencounters the boy who kept her from freezing to death that long ago winter night and was nowhere to be seen when rescuers arrived.
He's still mysterious, but now all grown-up and gorgeous, too.And the more she's with him, the greater the threat he poses to Ryann's strict policy-- never want someone more than he wants you. 

Seventeen-year-old Lad knows the law of his people all too well: Don't get careless and Don't get caught. It's allowed his race to live undetected in this world for thousands of years, mentioned only in flawed and fading folklore… 

Lad's never been able to forget about Ryann since that night ten years ago. When he sees her again, his fascination re-ignites and becomes a growing desire that tempts him to break all the rules. He's not even supposed to talk to a human, much less fall in love with one. 

And the timing is atrocious. The Assemblage is coming, the rift between the Light and Dark is widening, and mysterious celebrity fan pods are becoming moreand more widespread and influential. Lad may have to trade his own chance at happiness to keep the humans, especially Ryann, blissfully unaware and safe. 


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I’d heard coyotes rarely attacked people, and in fact, woul d cower in the presence of a human. Someone forgot to tell these two.
I saw no sign of cowering. The small part of my brainstill capable of it searched my memory for the appropriate action. Was I supposed to play dead or make loud noises? I couldn’t remember which, and I really didn’t want to make the wrong choice.
 What I wanted was to step out of the way, or more accurately, runas far and as fast as possible out of the way, and let them have at the dead deer. I took an experimental half-step backward with one foot. The coyotes snarled louder and stepped forward several paces.
 A few more steps in my direction by the pair, anotherstep in retreat by me, and my feet stumbled on the doe’s legs. My back scraped a thick tree trunk.There was no escape for me now.
 My pulse rocketing through my veins, I scanned the ground immediately around me for a stick or anything I could use to at least make killing me more inconvenient. The beasts broke their stalking pattern and charged toward me. With a scream, I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
 There was a sudden and deafening guttural cry close to my ear, and my heart flew into my throat as something grabbed me hard around the waist. I was hauled upward. The crushing tension around my middle now pressed up painfully into my rib cage. It wasn’t the excruciating sensation I’d been bracing myself for—teeth tearing into my skin—but it was no less frightening than a coyote attack. Wind and small branches whipped my face as I was pulled higher, higher.
 The motion stopped with an abrupt thump, and I sat hard against a solid but pliable surface. I began to shiver. Somehow I was still alive,not in pain, and sixty feet off the ground. I turned my head, looking for the explanation.
And saw his face.
“Lad.” I blinked several times as my brain tried to processit.
Lad tightened his hold around my waist with one arm, and with the other hand stroked my hair. “You’re safe now. It’s okay. They can’t get you up here.”
They. I peered down at the feeding frenzy far below. The coy otes ripped at the deer carcass, snarling and snapping at each other in their greed for the dead flesh. The sound was nauseating. I couldn’t help picturing my own body in place of the doe’s.
 Awareness of my surroundings began to return as the near-death panic subsided. Lad was holding me securely on his lap, my back to his chest, and my thighs supported by his own steely legs. The scent of him was all around me, too, fresh like the woods and a little salty. I inhaled deeply. It was the fragrance of safety.
Lad was really here, and I was wrapped in his arms, cradled by his body. I twisted again to see him. Impossibly-green eyes glinted with what looked like worry.
“Are you injured?” he asked.
 I wasn’t hurt, but I was breathless. Probably in shock. Also, hearing his voice again, so much more beautiful than I’d remembered, and seeing his flawless face so close after days of searching and finding nothing was disorienting. I started considering the hallucination theory again.
 “Are you real?” 

About the Author

Amy is a two-time Golden Heart finalist (2013 and 2014). 
She lives in Rhode Island with her
husband and two sons and actually craves the heat and humidity of Mississippi, where she grew up. 
She's been a professional singer and news anchor and currently narrates audio books as well as working as a station host for a Boston TV station.

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