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I’ve got a special treat for you readers!!  I’m participating in a blog tour where my friend Adrian J. Smith is going to be releasing her second book on Dec 1st, and get this?  Read for it?  Really ready for it?  *jumps up and down, grinning like a mad woman*  Okay, okay! I’ve got a sneak peek excerpt to show you!!!  Want to know what the book’s about?  Here’s a blurb for it:

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She thought she was on the right path, but life keeps tugging Addison back to her past and her gift.

Addison Lee struggles to make a new life in Norwich, one where she can be the Battalion Chief of Fire Station Seven and live life as she sees fit. She wants a life without the complications of an ex-fiancé and a job that put her life on the line for little more than a gift she was born with. Learning the ropes of a new job can always be tough, and being a Battalion Chief means she has a great responsibility to her crew and to the city. Nervous about her first day already, Addison realizes that adding in a one-night stand with a future employee has left her on rocky ground.

Plagued by visions of a dying woman, Addison continues to cope with difficulties at her new job. She has no idea who the dying woman is, where she is, or even, when she is—and no means to find out. Addison is distracted from the dying woman and her new job when called to Wyoming on an emergency, where she discovers it’s not as easy to leave her past behind as she hoped.

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NOW!!  Here’s the excerpt she has allowed me to share with you folks!

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Addison took a moment before following James as she stood.  She swayed lightly on her feet as she became fully upright and gripped onto the edge of the mattress to steady herself. James held onto her shoulder.

“You good?”

“Yeah, just dizzy.”

“I think it’s time for that shower.”

“Probably,” Addison replied shortly and nodded.

Following James down the hallway, they made for the bathroom.  Addison sat on the toilet while James started the flow of water from the faucet.  She opened the shower curtain and let Addison step in, setting the glass of ice water on the edge of the tub, in case Addison wanted it during the shower.  Addison stood with both her hands planted against the wall on either side of the shower head.  Her face bowed to the ground, and she let the water flow over her body.

All she wanted was to relax and to think about nothing other than how good she should be feeling.  Giving in a few moments later, Addison pushed down to sit on the bottom of the tub and let the hot water pour over her body.  She would have to change it to be cold soon—colder showers always sobered her up faster.

There was cold water on her face.  She had no idea where it came from, and she couldn’t figure out why it was there.  There shouldn’t be cold water on her face.  Fumbling around with her hands outstretched, she finally felt the ground beneath her.  Dirt.  Bringing her fingers together, she fisted the soil and let it flow between her knuckles.  It was smoothly ground and fine.  Her mind searched for where she could possibly be, for any inkling of a memory to tell her where she was.  But she didn’t have the wherewithal to work through it. 

Breathing heavily, she let the heavy weight of defeat crush her.  Her mind reached out for help, but she didn’t try to feel for anyone else around her.  She only sent a call.  Remembering that she had a gift was of no use, she couldn’t figure out how to use it to mentally find another presence.

Rolling onto her side was far more difficult than she imagined it should be.  She turned to the right and had to push with all her might to make it onto her shoulder and her leg.  As soon as she did it, she regretted the move—sharp shoots of pain blasted from her ankle into her hip and stomach.  With the pain so great and overwhelming, she couldn’t focus on anything except how it affected her.  She couldn’t think.  She couldn’t breathe. Gasping, she begged for air to enter her lungs. 

Turning onto her back once more, she rested.   She needed to think, to plan and reason out what had happened.  Taking stock of her body, she felt the break in her leg.  Thinking through everything only made her head hurt more because she remembered nothing.  She had no recollection of where she lay or why her leg was broken and useless.  She choked back a sob.

Giving in, she opened her eyes, prying them slowly.  The cold water had hit her face, making it easier.  She needed to move, but she couldn’t without injury.  To remain still meant no pain, yet to remain still also meant death.  She needed to figure out where she was and what the hell had happened.  Breathing deeply she turned onto her left and begged for there to be far less pain than the last the time she moved.

She made it.  Pushing up, she used one knee to bring her body off the soft dirt ground.  Something in the back of her mind screamed that the dirt did not belong there.  Her nails dug into the ground, and she gripped the fine dust tightly.  There were large clumps in it, she could feel them, but for the most part the dust was fine.  Closing her eyes, she pushed forward and took a step.  She crawled until she felt the wall.  Turning her body quickly, she leaned against the wall and rested back. Her body sagged with exhaustion.

Air escaped her lungs so fast that she had trouble drawing it back in.  Her lungs felt as if they had completely deflated and the insides stuck together from their moistness.  Unable to pry them apart, she struggled.  Her head became light and fuzzy as she worked to pry her airway further open.  Closing her eyes, she focused.  Long and deep breaths.  Moment after passing moment.  She finally drew enough air to feel balanced.  She waited a few moments before begging her eyes to open again. 

When she looked around, she couldn’t see anything.

Complete darkness took over and everything seemed cavernous.  She had no idea if the room was the size of a football field or the size of jail cell.  She could assure herself that it was larger than a coffin, which set her mind at ease.  She had been able to move at least three feet to the wall.  Licking her lips, she savored the water that had fallen on her face and coated her throat with it.  The small drops were enough to allow the dirt particles that had lodged themselves in her esophagus to start to wash down. 

Letting out a moan, she moved her hands down her body.  Wiggling her fingers first, she noted that they were all working perfectly well.  She touched her shoulders and her chest before reaching down and running her fingers down her arms.  Nothing seemed too damaged.  She knew she would have a few scrapes.  Moving her hands down her abdomen, she felt the slight protrusion and the pain from her back.  Wrapping an arm around her side, she felt the rock that had embedded itself into her side.  Muttering, she decided not to move it.

Leaning her head against the back of the wall, she hit a sore spot.  She ignored it.  There was nothing she could do in that moment to fix it.  She couldn’t move any more.  She had no energy left in her body to get her to move.  And she still had no idea where she was.  Taking a slow and deep breath, she let the black of unconsciousness take over her.  It consumed her, and she was glad to lie there and let herself be taken.

James pushed open the shower curtain.  Addison jumped in shock as James’ eyes skimmed over Addison’s form.  Her arms wrapped tightly around her body, the woman looked tiny in the small shower.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”  Addison glanced up at James, and she curled further into the corner of the shower.

“I just had a thought…” she trailed off as she watched Addison shake.  “You’re shivering.”

“It’s cold.”

James reached out and touched the water.  She rolled her eyes and leaned down to the faucet, turning the hot on higher and cold down lower.  Addison covered her breasts with her arm, curling in further on herself, and closed her eyes again.  She just wanted to feel better.

“You’ve been in here for thirty minutes.”

“That long already?”

“Okay, well, it’s really only been about fifteen, but you had me worried.”

James still stared down at Addison, the curtain wide open.  Addison had pushed her head more fully into the water.  Her hair covered most of her face.  The water escaped the shower and landed on the floor below, but James didn’t seem to care, so Addison wasn’t going to comment on it.

“Are you sure you’re all right? Like I said, I had a thought.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”  She knew what thought James had.  She knew it before James knew what happened.  Addison did not want to talk about the vision.

“Drink some water, then.”

Addison peeked out from behind her hair, pushing it to the side.  She gripped the glass that James had left on the edge of the tub and brought it to her lips.  She only took a small sip, once again fearing that if she drank too much at once she would throw it all up in a mass exodus of her stomach.

“I’ll be fine soon.”

“Suuure you will, lollipop.”

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Just in case you were wondering, James is Addison’s girlfriend, and the name wasn’t a typo 🙂

I don’t know about you, but I think I’m a little nervous to go hop in the shower now.  I don’t want to get a creepy vision like the one Addison received.  Of course, it might be good to note that I’m not . . . well, gifted, like she is.  Not in that area of life, anyway.  So maybe a shower will turn out okay . . . maybe.

Good news!  If that excerpt spiked your curiosity and desire to read more, Dying Embers has a release date of Dec 1.  Here are a few places you can order (and even pre-order) to get it:

Barnes and Noble

If you’d like to read the first book while anticipating the release of the second, the title is Forever Burn.  The amazon link provided shows it in Adrian’s author page.

If you would like to follow Adrian and get updates on her book and her life as a writer on her blog.  You can find her on Facebook, Twitter @AdrianAJSmith, and also on Goodreads.

Wanna know who her publisher is?  Check it out Supposed Crimes.

Thank you so much for stopping by folks!  Hope you enjoyed this delectable treat as much as I did, and I thank Adrian for sharing her goodies.  She’s a very talented writer with plenty of wit and imagination.

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