Monday, 14 May 2012

BLOG TOUR!! Stealing Breath by Joanne Brothwell

Stealing Breath (Stealing Breath, #1)At the Other End:

Deep in the backwoods of North Dakota, twenty-one year old Sarah Ross is searching for a missing child when she is attacked by a glowing-eyed, transparent... creature. Sarah survives, destroying the monster by using mysterious abilities she didn't even know she had. Bloody and bruised, Sarah flees the scene and runs directly into Evan Valente, a handsome, charismatic stranger who helps her back to safety. But what is Evan doing out in the forest at five in the morning?

Turning to a healer, Sarah is shocked to learn her eyes bear the mark of the Indigo Child-an evolved human with the ability to feel the emotions of others. But her indigo aura also makes her an easy target for those who wish to consume her powerful essence.

Soon, Sarah is falling deeply in love with Evan and wants nothing more than to follow her heart and trust that he is the man he says he is. But she can't ignore the lingering feeling that Evan is hiding a terrible secret. The deeper she digs, the more danger she faces, leading her on a course that will force her to face the darkest, innermost parts of her soul

First Impressions Last:

Blurb, please stop ruining the novel. I want to actually find out these things whilst reading! Other than this, sounded very intiguing when I got asked to be a part of this tour. Interesting story-line as well, not something that I have read before and wanted to give it a go.

Shhh....... Don't Tell:



I awoke to rustling outside my tent. The crunching of footsteps on gravel, twigs and branches snapping. Was that a voice? I lay motionless inside my sleeping bag, heart pounding, listening.
“Help.” A disembodied whisper. Was it right outside? I strained to hear but the throbbing pulse in my head drowned everything else out. I sat up. The atmosphere within the domed tent was wet, ripe with morning breath. The tip of my nose was cold as an icicle.
“Help.” The murmur came a second time, more audible than the last. I was sure it was a child’s voice. My heart skipped a beat. Could it be the voice of the eight year-old, Jessica Crow, who had gone missing from the neighboring Indian Reservation three days ago?
I thought of the drive out to the campgrounds when my friends, Amber, Kate, and I had been listening to the radio report on the status of the missing girl from the Wakina Reservation.
Poor Amber. Once again, she’d cried at the reminder of her third cousin, Jessica, lost and alone in the forest. Everyone in the community, including Amber, had been searching for her night and day but had found nothing. I’d practically dragged Amber along camping, telling her she needed a night off from her worries. It was a hard sell, but she’d finally agreed.
I glanced at where Kate and Amber should have been laying, but their sleeping bags and pillows were missing. The last I’d seen them had been around the bonfire at two in the morning. They could have ended up crashing just about anywhere, and I wasn’t about to go peeking into random tents to find them.
Having fallen asleep in my jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, I slipped on my jacket and shoes, pulled the ponytail holder off my wrist and wrapped my hair into a tight bun. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Then, unzipping the door flap of the dome tent, I stuck just my head out.
Nothing was out of place. Empty cooler bottles atop the picnic table, charred wood in the fire-pit, and the car we came in. Every campsite around us was nearly silent. The sounds of late-night make-out sessions, pounding music, and yelling were replaced by the occasional snore.
Using my empathy, I focused on trying to pick up on the emotions of any lucid person around, hoping I would hone in on Jessica’s emotions. Normally, the waking feelings of others hit me like a gale force wind, without my even trying. In fact, it had always felt like a bit of a curse that I was a walking sponge for other people’s pain. But right now, all I felt was…nothing.
The voice had seemed right outside the tent. Could I have imagined it?
I slipped out. A low, white fog blanketed the earth, enveloping the world in silence. The temperature hovered around freezing, way too cold for camping. And last night’s vodka was no longer taking the edge off. I shivered.
After checking around the cars and circling the campsite, I started down the road. Inside the forest, the eerie glow of early morning and the cool fog blanched the world a ghostly white. The moist nip in the air sharpened the scent of pine needles that littered the camp ground. I continued down the road for about ten feet until it led to the mouth of a hiking trail.
Now that I was half-frozen and shivering, the May long weekend at the campgrounds of Greater Slave Lake, North Dakota, seemed like a very stupid idea, even if it was the annual spring kick-off party.
“Help!” the diminutive voice called out again, this time, louder.
The memory of Jessica’s face flashed through my mind when I’d met her last summer; honey-brown eyes and springy hair that always stuck up around her head with static, and her sweet smile, part baby teeth intermixed with adult teeth. She was such a sweet, innocent child. If she had survived this long, she could be dangerously close to death from cold. My heart battered against my chest wall, and I fought off the urge to start running, directionless, into the bush to find her.
The voice had originated from further within the tree-line, I was sure of it. Closer now, yet still far away. I entered the trail and headed straight.
“Jessica?” I called out. No response but the echo of my own voice from the trees around me.
The trail was straight and narrow for well over a hundred feet, the trees like two solid walls of green on either side of me. Then the trail began to snake back and forth until it forked into several side-trails. I stopped to listen.
A dry crackle emerged from the trail to my right, and I immediately followed the sound. This far into the forest it was darker, the only light filtered through evergreens and fog. I looked back. The vapor had closed in behind me, obscuring the pathway like a curtain of white. Shivering transformed into shaking.
Despite running these trails in the early morning numerous times, today it looked different. I cursed under my breath and shoved my hands into my pockets.
“Hello?” I called, my voice immediately diminishing, muffled by the woods. Other than the odd bird chirp and frog croak, the forest was quiet. If the voice really had been Jessica, she would need help and most likely immediate medical attention. I forced myself forward.
The trail wound to and fro, the brush dense, the fog almost material as it clung to the spruce needles. The path grew thin and sparse, barely enough room to place one foot in front of the other, with the way the underbrush encroached on the trail. I stumbled on twigs and logs as branches clawed my cheeks and pulled my hair. I began to trip, reaching out for something to hang onto. I fell, my hand forced into a thorny bush.
Damn it! I stood up and peered at my scraped hand, blood beading out of paper-cut sized scrapes. I’d been out here for at least ten minutes, but still, I heard nothing but the crunch of my feet snapping the twigs underfoot and my breath echoing through my own head. Ready to turn around and head back to my tent, the high-pitched voice rang out once again.


Behind the 258 Pages:


 As said previously, the idea of Stealing Breath is unique and completely fresh intake. It's a romance between Evan and Sarah that we've seen many times before. The protagonist, because of some reason, doesn't trust the love interest, then due to certain circumstances that put the protagonist in a situation where the interest needs to touch/get close/save them, the trust issues are gone for the moment and they trust each other completely for the time being, until they realize again why they didn't trust the interest in the first place. This is what happens in this novel. Sarah is the protagonist, and Evan is the love interest that she doesn't trust. This novel is sexy and spicy with hot and steamy scenes as well as full throtle action that makes you feverishly turn the pages. The events within the novel went by rather quickly. Like many novels need, we connect with Sarah by learning about the reality of the world in who she is and the things around her. We start to understand and come to terms with the facts as she would and react how she would to all of the incidents she falls into. She is also a very strong person, even though we can react with Sarah to the incidents that happen, we do so in our imagination. So basically, what I'm getting at, is that, if this happens in real life to us, we wouldn't act how we would when we are with Sarah (as her character reading through her) because in actual fact, we might run the opposite way from all the trouble that comes her way and live a very secluded and safe life. Many questions that need to be answered, which I am hoping are in the sequel.

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What's Next:

Vicarious (#0.5 Stealing Breath)
Vicarious (Stealing Breath, #0.5)Behind 34 Pages
At the Other End: Even though eighteen-year-old Sarah Ross can’t stop the bodily sensations of other people’s emotions bleeding into her, the desire to stay sane demands that she ignore them. She has enough on her plate already: living in small-town Slave Lake, North Dakota, Sarah is trying to deal with her new responsibility of a full-time job while facing the upcoming loss of her boyfriend, Tyler, and best friends, Kate and Amber, as they prepare to move away for university.

Attempting to savour her last few weeks with Tyler before he’s gone, Sarah hopes to spend as much time with him as possible, but is surprised by the sting of rejection when he rebuffs her efforts to be with him. Opting to hang out with her loyal friends instead, Sarah is shocked and sickened to overhear a drunken girl’s gossip at a party: Tyler has been cheating on her.

Hell-bent on confronting Tyler, Sarah decides to embrace her ability to sense other people’s emotions, and uses her sixth sense as a tool for exacting sweet revenge on her cheating boyfriend.

A prequel to Stealing Breath.

Stealing Skin [title unconfirmed] (#2 Stealing Breath)
At the Other End: Just as Sarah is learning everything she can about her new abilities as an Indigo Child, and settling into a normal life with her beloved Evan, her entire world shatters when Evan disappears without a trace.

Desperate to find him, Sarah’s attempts to uncover clues to his whereabouts end up leading her to a sadistic serial killer who confirms her worst fears are true—Evan has been kidnapped, and he is once again in the clutches of the Malandanti, his own brutal, abusive family of necromancers.

Sarah’s search leads her not only to the evil people of Evan’s past he tried so desperately to protect her from—but also to The Key of Solomon, an ancient text—on how to summon the dead.

Knowing her abilities are limited in the face of this ancient power, Sarah is forced to face death to save her beloved. But once he is rescued, will Evan be the same man she fell in love with?

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May 4 Interview and review
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May 5th Promo Stop
This Author's Life 

May 6 Promo
Mila Ramos

May 7 Guest Blog
This is From My Heart 

May 7 Promo
Romance Book Junkies

May 8 Guest Blog
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May 9 Promo
Sharonda (SexxyBlogger)

May 9 Promo

May 11 Review and promo
Arianne Cruz, 

May 11 Guest Blog
I Just Wanna Sit Here and Read!

May 12 Book Feature and Guest blog
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May 13 Promo and review
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May 13 Review

May 14 review ( <-- You Are Here)
Behind A Million And One Pages

May 14 promo
Ce-Ce`s Garden of Reviews

May 15 review and interview
Nilsa's book blog

May 15 Promo and review
A Bibliophile's Thoughts on Books

May 15 Interview
Manga Manicac Café

May 16 Guest Blog (review later)
Keeping Up With The Rheinlander's

May 16 Promo

May 17 Guest blog and review
Kindred Dreamheart 

May 18 Interview and promo

May 18 Guest post and review
Jackie @ The BookWhisperer

May 19 Promo and review
 Place of Reads 

May 19 Review and promo
Love of Film and Novels 

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  1. Thanks for having me today, Gina! Fantastic, in-depth review, too!

  2. Nice cover. Thanks for the giveaway


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