A marvelous day to discuss a new book by Jennifer Silverwood. Please bear with me getting this posted properly, my internet is really spotty until the dang tech can get out here. I’m going to hit send and update this post whenever I can get things working today. It’ll only last five to 30 minutes at a time and go down for another few hours, and such. It’s very annoying. However, any internet provider complaining can be done on my personal blog or twitter, this is about STAY!
Rona believes love is nothing more than a myth, a tale for little girls. Until the immortal ruler of the seas appears from thin air and she is swept into a dark and dangerous affair, turning myth into a grave reality.
Commanded to work as the savior of true love, Rona realizes that love is just an illusion as grandiose as magic and after two thousand years, she is ready to give up. Until the night a human, deep in the underbelly of the city that never sleeps, sees her. She recognizes him instantly, a lost love. Trouble is, he has no memory of her.
Tasked with mending a relationship between the love she lost thousands of years ago and another woman, Rona will have to learn what it means to be human all over again when past and present collide.
Can love transcend time or will Rona be forced to roam the earth alone, forever?
In honor of this tour, 4Word Press Publishing is hosting a giveaway! One Grand Prize Winner will receive a $25.00 Amazon Giftcard, while 3 runner-ups will receive a digital copy of STAY.
My new mission was close. When I turned the colors in my eyes just right I could
see his aura through the chaos of buildings and people. And the closer I drifted the faster I was, until I was no longer walking but floating, flying through every obstacle in my path.
Looking up at the buildings, I noticed the flashing lights had been mercifully left behind. Once his building was in sight my pulse began to sputter, to race and soar. I could feel the budding newness of his affection for her in my chest and savored it. This was the closest I came to feeling what they felt these days.
My vision cleared once I stood outside the window before them. All sound ceased
to exist, save their words and breaths. The café was dimly lit, a very old nightclub from the looks of it. Wordless music crooned up from below, horns and the strokes of piano keys. Feet shuffled in rhythm to the soft beat of a drum.
That was when I heard their voices for the first time.
“You look so perfect tonight, Lissa,” he practically growled in her ear.
She giggled and answered in a sultry tone, “Good enough to eat, sugar?”
Chuckling low, he kissed her on the lips. “That’s right, baby.”
I frowned as the brick wall kept blocking my vision and realized too late I wasn’t peering through a window. I would have to go inside to better see. Walking through walls used to scare me senseless until I got the hang of it. Now I brushed the feeling aside as I squeezed past the gritty matter. The front room was built to disguise the underground world beneath it. It was worn down like the rest of this city and no one would ever believe the cultural haven it sheltered.
For a brief moment I recalled brilliant jewels and brassy music, short dresses lined with tassels of an era gone by and women’s laughter over the chink of forbidden liquid.
The present incarnation pulled me back to the present. I had passed through the secret door, walked down a short flight of stairs and now watched from inside the smoky club. Here women still dressed to please and men of a higher class sought their nightly trophies. On stage the jazz band played and at the center of the dance floor my newest assignment drank their fill of each other.
When the tempo began to drag into a slower tune, she tilted her head back to expose her neck. Her long brown locks trailed to her red-clad hips. He tightened his hold on her waist as he kissed her neck. And I could feel the thrill in her heart temporarily mask a quiet sorrow.
Yet there was nothing from the man.
I frowned and turned my eyes to the rest of the establishment. Where was the budding newness of his affection I so strongly felt outside?
“Excuse me?” A deep, rough voice came from behind me, over my shoulder and I froze.
He cannot see me.
Convinced that he was speaking to another patron, I nearly walked on. Perhaps I was not close enough to them to feel the man’s love for this girl?
“Come back to my place,” the man whispered into the woman’s ear. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she batted her lashes and pulled back her full lips in a saucy grin.
I shook my head. Sex was never the key to a man’s unwavering devotion. Yet she was considering it, hoping it would give him reason enough to keep her around longer, this time. I paused and shut my eyes as a flurry of images and sensations flashed past my closed lids. It took some time, depending on the difficulty of my mission, to grow accustomed to their emotions. Rather than simple feeling, human emotions often carried scattered memories and impressions. I pushed the usual discomfort aside.
I took another step and gasped when a hard hand clasped my shoulder and spun me firmly round.
No one had touched me in two thousand years.
Yet his hand remained planted on my shoulder and I followed the shape of his muscled arm to the chest attached to it. His black shirt was a tight fit and in the dim blue and red lights seemed to flash several colors. He bent down so his eyes met my line of sight.
My mouth dropped the moment I breathed in his scent.
He smelled like the skies before a rain and the sea air as it wafted into the harbor…
My vision blackened and suddenly broke through in brilliant flashes of light around his face. I could feel the colors growing, shifting and glowing in my eyes, beneath my skin. I clenched my fists as I fought for control, convinced I had lost it for the first time. Had I wanted him so badly in my memories that they came to life?
He clutched my waist to keep me from falling down the short flight of stairs. A frown creased his brow as he said, “Whoa there, lady, take it easy. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just my job to check everyone before they come in. You got any ID?”
I shook my head slowly and watched as those eyes, his eyes, shifted from the dance floor and back to me a few times. Holding up a couple of fingers, he nodded to someone over my shoulder and returned his attention to me. Something flickered in those dark blue orbs akin to recognition. Clenching his firm jaw he sighed and then nodded to himself.
“Look, lady,” he began, “I’m really sorry but you can’t stay here without any ID. Any chance you can find your way back up?”
I was trembling. Just hearing his voice again set every forgotten nerve in my body on edge. My flesh was on fire beneath my cloak where his fingers touched. Still, I had forgotten my voice for too long and could not remember how to speak.
How could he see me when I had refastened my cloak once again? It was such a thin, flimsy thing, like a second skin I wore so often I forgot. But no human had ever seen me beneath it before.
It has to be him.
His frown deepened, voice dropping to a softer unused tone. “You’re shaking all over… You okay?”
No one else has the power to see.
My mouth opened but no sound came out. I was forbidden to speak to the humans. And even though he had Seid’s face, the curse commanded my attention. Oddly enough, I could feel what he felt.
He feels nothing toward me.
He did not recognize me.
His eyes flickered up as two pairs of feet approached us from behind. Immediately his arm curled me closer to his chest and his eyes darkened. Lissa and her date were speaking in hushed tones, but I heard them clear as the true light.
“—so hard you won’t know what hit you, babe,” the man was saying.
Lissa giggled and playfully swatted him with her clutch. “Derek!”
They paused on our level at the head of the stair. Another girl brought their jackets to them. As Derek helped Lissa into her fur jacket her gaze locked on to the man holding me.
That was when I felt it with such horrifying clarity. The aura I had followed across a country, across a city, was burning brightly between them. Invisible to them, the golden strands were weak now, but the link between unmistakable. It was linking this man, the man who wore his face, to her, Lissa.
The man holding me tensed and clutched me tighter to him again, his words stuck on the roof of his mouth.
Instead the other girl who handed out and hung cloaks offered, “Good job tonight. See you tomorrow, Lissa,” as Derek and Lissa walked through the secret door. And to my horror I watched the threads stretch and fade that linked them to me.
About Jennifer Silverwood
Everyone has to begin somewhere. I began my journey to becoming an author long before I published anything. Storytelling was something I did every night before bed with my father. We would create such wonderful tales together, far better than anything in books. It sprung from our imaginations. My mother ingrained a love for the written world early on. Then my grandpa gave me his first typewriter when I was in elementary school. You can guess the rest.
But it was many years later, after dabbling in all the arts, that I realized writing was my greatest passion. I grew up on the far outskirts of the Metroplex of Texas, a busy world of cities within cities. It’s easy to get lost in a place like this. Some might argue that Dallas is the “New York” of the south and I might agree. Rather than worry about being a little fish in a big pond, however, I made up my mind long ago to follow my dreams. The funny thing about dreams is they have a tendency to come to life in unexpected ways.
My best friends were my twin next-door neighbors. (Inspiration for the three main ladies in Silver Hollow) We made up our own little book club, complete with readings and brainstorming sessions. I loved reading to them and they loved “the story,” as we dubbed whatever project we were working on. As we grew up and went on to different careers and schools, and I tried three different universities. Needless to say, college didn’t pan out well for me. So I did the next sensible thing and decided to write “for real.”
By day I am personal assistant and simple childcare worker at the local Learning Center for preschoolers. But by night, I moonlight as an independently published author of Young/New Adult and fantasy novels. My hope is that you enjoy my books and are encouraged to follow your dreams as well.
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4 out of 5 Stars!
Wow! What to say about this book? To begin with, I can usually tell if reading something is going to be a bit of a chore right away in the first chapter or prologue, or whether I will like the characters or even whether I can finish the book. With STAY, I knew right away I’d love it and I’m more than thrilled that the entire book held out to that promise from start to finish.
As I really dislike spoilers, this is going to be a little difficult as a lot of the story is purposely and thoughtfully laid out so that you discover everything at the proper time. It is rare that I find any story to be so well directed I guess would be the word I’m looking for here. I loved the character Rona right from the start and I didn’t feel anything in the book was out of balance or pointless or a myriad of other problems I’ve been having lately with plots in things I’ve been watching during my illness. Even the little snippets of Rona’s past that gets revealed, gets revealed in a nice, proper pace with quite a few
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