Monday, April 29, 2019

#Excerpt w/ Qeya: HEAVEN'S EDGE box set by @JennSilverwood w/ @PrismBookTours #Giveaway

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Heaven's Edge Box Set
(Heaven's Edge #1-#3)
By Jennifer Silverwood
YA SciFi, Steampunk
ebook, 290 Pages
July 10, 2018 by JayHenge Publishing

Only by working together will they survive...

A group of refugees from a powerful, sophisticated Core World planet have been on the run for seven years. The mission was to get away and give their children some time to grow up and help them carry on the cause. The cause was to help the rebellion, win the war and go home. But things didn’t quite turn out the way they planned.

QEYA #1

Qeya, the future Queen of Datura, can't do much about her red hair, but she knows how to wield a scythe blade and suck the life out of her enemy, literally. Life seems great, if a little boring on heaven's edge. Until her ship is attacked and nearly everyone on board is murdered. Now, the miner who saved her is the only thing standing between her and the hungry beasts hunting them.

OHRE #2

All Ohre wants is the kind of freedom a life in the sea can give. But he doesn't want to live it alone anymore. He wants the princess and if Qeya won’t come willingly, he’ll make her.

TAMN #3

Tamn has always lived by a code. He doesn't question his duty. Until his crew is stranded on a hostile alien world and he's forced to watch the girl he loves burn in the sky. Stripped of his reason for living, the voices from his past haunt and guide him in a path of endless retribution. Only the strongest will survive the trials ahead and Tamn is determined to keep the family he has left alive.

MEET THE CREW HERE

**Box Set includes first three Heaven's Edge Novellas**


Excerpt on Tour!

QEYA


Moments pass through life that are impossible to take back, stepping stones that may lead you on a path you were meant to take. And sometimes a stepping stone breaks loose and you plunge into the river instead. This was one of those moments.

Glancing at the keypad fastened to the inner lift wall, I hesitated only a moment before pressing the wrong button. Shutting my eyes, I wondered what my punishment for this would be and then squashed the idea out of my head. Though I would never admit it to them, the twins had a point about taking risks. What else was life worth living in the end?

“Fourth deck…” I spoke once the lift was cloaked from all detection. And then I was plummeting down faster and farther than I had ever gone before. Third deck at least was some intermediary area between the two coexisting cultures. No one ever went to fourth deck, not even my parents.

The lift door opened with a rusty hiss and a thick film coated the air. Scents of the essence we stole from gas worlds clung to every crevice. Here the lights were dimmer for eyes more accustomed to darkness. The deck was eerily silent, save the constant clank, hiss and grind of gears and metalwork ahead. Rather than smooth opalescent illusions of Daturan palaces, here the walls were crudely cut and wreathed in pipes and wires and grime.

Breathing shallowly, I felt my second translucent eyelids shield from a potentially hazardous environment. I shivered from the cold and trod as softly as my boots would allow. I saw nothing of the tattooed intruders as I’d half expected I would, and wondered if anyone used this particular entrance anymore. For the first time, the thought crossed my mind: was this what Datura 3 had looked like before we appropriated it?

Hands braced out to the walls on either side of my small frame as I tried to watch my step and keep balance. Born into a position that demanded much attention as it was, it did not help matters that I couldn’t blend in with the crowd even if I’d wanted to. For what happened next, I blame on said genetics.

A figure reached from the shadows behind, dragged me backwards and against a taller muscle-hardened frame. I struggled, reaching desperately for the retractable scythe hiding in my belt. As if he already knew my weaknesses, he pinned me so I was half-molded into him and the nearest wall. It hurt.

After waiting a few tense moments for me to calm down, he rasped against my ear. “Took you long enough to get down here. Wondered how long you’d need to work up the nerve.”

And even though I had only heard his voice from a distance once before and speaking in a different tongue, I knew instantly that the miner had found me first. “Think you have more nerve,
do you? So important you are, helping your friend show the royals who’s in charge, huh?” I pressed him because I was uncomfortable, angry at being caught and excited beyond all account. After all, this was the most stirring event to have happened to me since the last pirate ship we crossed.

Instead of backing off the younger miner held me even tighter. “That’s right. Since none of you show any sense.”

“Is this really necessary?” I tried to wedge some space between us with my elbow.

He laughed with low disdain. “Bothers you to be held by a filthy miner, doesn’t it?”

Ignoring him I tried a different approach and relaxed my muscles. “Not as much as it bothers me that you just grabbed me without even trying to warn me first. If you’re trying to undo ages of prejudice, maybe you should start by acting civil.”

“We never pretended to care about your rules, Royal.” When I didn’t respond and the silence was long enough to his satisfaction, “So now I’ve upset you well enough. What say we give the proper greet?”

And just as suddenly, just as my fingers managed to clasp around the edge of my scythe blade, he twisted me around and let me go. His hands steadied my shoulders when I stumbled. My eyes narrowed, peering up into his. “What are you expecting?”

He ignored my question. “What reason have you to come here? I saw you before on third deck, once.” The shadows were so dense I could barely see his smirk. He gave no better explanation, only added, “I’m called Ohre.”

“Qeya.” I breathed. My eyes were arrested, linked to his in a breath so instantly brief and long I gasped to catch up when his hand grasped mine. A hot fire, shiver of feeling and emotion sparked at our touch. The miners were like us in yet another way.

There was something disturbingly natural about the way his skin felt warm against mine. In his eyes I saw his weariness, a life spent serving others just to live another day. In his eyes I saw the kind of strength that is beat into a person rather than born into them. In his eyes I saw the appreciation and wonder he had for me. Like he was to me, I was different from anything else in his world and it drew us together like a host to a parasite. I had a feeling once he got under my skin he was there to stay.


About the Author


Jennifer Silverwood was raised deep in the heart of Texas and has been spinning yarns a mile high since childhood. In her spare time, she reads and writes and tries to sustain her wanderlust, whether it's the Carpathian Mountains in Transylvania, the highlands of Ecuador, or a road trip to the next town. Always on the lookout for her next adventure, in print or reality, she dreams of one day proving to the masses that everything really is better in Texas. She is the author of three series--Heaven's Edge, Wylder Tales and the Borderlands Saga--and the stand-alone titles Stay and She Walks in Moonlight. She recently released her first serialized Urban Fantasy, Angel Blue in August 2018.


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3 comments:

  1. Hey Laura, thank you soooo much for sharing some Heaven's Edge love today! I'm always so grateful for all you and Tressa do and am honored to feature on your blog today :) Thanks for the extra love!

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  2. Awesome, I enjoy an exciting sci fi.. defintely one of my favorite genres.

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