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What's better to celebrate the New Year than the end of the world? 'Tis the Season of the Apocalypse is a week long blitz and review tour with awesome prizes, interviews, guest posts, and more!
The tour will also have a two-week long giveaway, where winners can get a signed paperback copy of Dawn of the Apocalypse and $10 Amazon cash. All tour hosts will get a free ebook copy of Dawn of the Apocalypse, along with the chance to win an autographed copy of Dawn of the Apocalypse and a $5 Amazon gift card!
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Hi Everybody I m your host Sanchit Bhandari and today I have got someone very special with me her name is E.S.P. and she is here to takeover from me and write a guest post just for you people so let me introduce you to her
About the Author
So now you know her let me hand over the blog to her so that she can connect with you
Author, reader and reviewer-the golden triangle.
-E.S.P
If you ever had to work a full time job, you know how hard it is. Now let’s talk about three jobs.
Author. Reader. And reviewer. Yes my friend. And none of them pay the bills.
Why would anyone willingly get themselves into this mess? Let’s begin.
It all started with my book reviewing blog, the Serial Reader. I started out with good intentions. I simply wanted to gain publicity for my would be book, which was only a few paragraphs by then. Maybe review a few books here and there. Nothing spectacular.
And then I got a little greedy. I saw other book blogs with large followings and publishing companies, I repeat, PUBLISHING COMPANIES approaching them. My eyes were huge. And I had to have it.
I got my hands on every free book possible. And before I knew it, I owed twenty different authors a review in one month.
That’s about a book every thirty six hours.
Of course I didn’t mind. I loved books. But reading them all in such a short time period started to become a chore.
Then I published my book. And it wasn’t just reading and reviewing now. It was reading, reviewing, blogging, author interviews, book tours, giveaways, finances, cover and banner design, online marketing…
I was overwhelmed. And overwhelmed. And also overwhelmed.
I soon started reviewing for other bloggers and getting interviewed for other sites. I loved building my blog and “resume”, but I was getting mentally exhausted.
And reading stopped becoming fun for me. I felt bad if I didn’t enjoy a book. I felt like I had to review books I didn’t want to. And there was no time for great stories that keep you up at night, and reading under the covers.
I miss those moments so much.
So I had to take a step back. And think.
When did the things I love become the things I hated?
A ling night staring in the dark got me thinking. And that’s when I did the thing that I thought I never would do. The thing I never understood.
I closed my blog for reviews.
Any blogger knows that this is hard. I didn’t want to let go. But it was time to, well, let go.
This upcoming holiday will be spent with piles and piles of books. Books I want to read. And of course stories. Stories I want to write.
No due dates. No deadlines.
I know lots of people wake up with a pit in their stomachs. They hate their jobs. One is hell enough.
I work three jobs. And I love each and every one of them, unconditionally.
Now lets talk about her book
Dawn of the Apocalypse by E.S.P.
Published: August 8, 2013
Publisher: Mind Candy LLC
January 1, 2000. May 21, 2011. December 21, 2012
These are just a few of the days humans prophesied as bringing catastrophic events that would end the world. We predicted nuclear warfare. Drastic climate change. A call from God. We were wrong. Cue the gargoyle invasion—laboratory bred mutants designed to slaughter humans. When the government goes AWOL and gargoyles are swarming by the hundreds, it's up to the citizens of the United States to regroup and save themselves. Meet Cliff Matthews, a teenage boy separated from his entire family with the exception of his younger sister, whom he is desperate to keep alive. Along the quest to save their lives, he encounters people who aren't all that they seem. Everyday's a battle, but if he can't trust his own species, where does that leave his family? And we can't forget the man who may be willing to sacrifice Cliff's life, if it means world domination. In terms of doomsday, no one could've seen this coming. |
Excerpt!
Angel’s chest was rising and falling rapidly as the gargoyles circled them silently. Hunter had never wanted something more in her entire life than to live for another day. She couldn’t even entertain the idea of little Angel being gobbled up by the big bad gargoyle…
She squeezed her eyes shut. Please, please, please, she chanted silently over and over.
She knew the type of wound a scratch had given Cliff. What type of pain would they concur on her entire body? Would they eat her right away or save her for dinner? Would they pluck out her limbs and eat them one by one?
Time stopped as the door creaked open. The gargoyles soundlessly cloaked themselves back in the shadows. The stairs groaned as someone walked down the stairs without a care in the world. Hunter could practically hear the gargoyles lick their lips.
She wanted to cry out and warn the person. But it was beyond her control.
That’s what you get for walking down the stairs so loudly. That’s what you get for walking in the dark during a damn invasion, she reasoned. But her heart was saying something else.
That’s what you get for walking down the stairs so loudly. That’s what you get for walking in the dark during a damn invasion, she reasoned. But her heart was saying something else.
The person reached the bottom of the stairs. The gargoyles uniformly shifted through the shadows. “Hey…” he said suspiciously.
He had realized his danger a second too late. He broke into a run, but the gargoyles would be on him in a second. And he’d be dead.
“C’mon, sweetie.” Hunter whispered to Angel, crawling out from under the stairs. Ignoring the cries of agony, pain, and sorrow, she raced up the stairs. The wood banged against her ankles, but she didn’t stop. There was the cruel sound of cracking. Hunter shielded Angel’s eyes from the scene and dared to look behind her.
The gargoyles were circled around the man. The predominantly bigger gargoyle bit his neck. A gush of blood spewed across its face. The man’s eyes still stared at her, his mouth formed in an O, as if he was trying to speak to her.
“I’m so sorry.” She choked.
She hurried up the steps, slamming her body into the door. The light washed over her body, as did her relief. But her nerves did not settle.
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"Move over zombie apocalypses, the gargoyles are taking over. " Unabridged Bookshelf Book Blog
"Dawn Of The Apocalypse is a novel full of grit, action, blood and never forgetting the gargoyles...you should get your hands on this one!" Emily at Fluttereal Flight Blog
I have already read it it's a fine read
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