HERE'S A SNEAK PEEK AT CURSE OF NIGHT BY T.C. GALINARI!
It's releasing November 25th...
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BLURB:
Having slept for centuries, Giselle awakes to a boy from a different time. A boy she begins to dream about. A boy who, through the dreams she shares with him, she grows up with from a distance. But as the boy becomes a man, a threat is lurking for them all. A threat that wants nothing more than to take out Giselle, her foster father, and the dream-walking Sebastian. Will Giselle be able to keep Sebastian safe, or will she have to use her long-dormant training to teach him how to survive after he's been changed?
ENJOY THIS EXCERPT:
Sebastian
"Sebastian, I'm coming. I'll find you." The alluring voice floats through my mind.
That voice - so soft and soothing - I'll never get tired of hearing it.
A figure with long hair steps out from the crop of trees, heading toward town with urgency. As she nears Main Street and the stores come into view, her pace slows. It's very early in the morning in this sleepy town, but a few of the shops are starting to show signs of life. Strolling down the center of the road, the young woman stops at every shop that's open.
"Excuse me," she says stepping into the first shop. "Can you tell me where to find Sebastian Lake?"
Why is this beautiful woman asking for me now? I've seen her time and time again in my dreams, but she's never been searching for me.
The woman straightening the store turns to look at her and shakes her head no in response. In the next handful of businesses she walks into, the young woman receives a variety of the same response.
I'm not surprised that the female shop owners don't tell the stranger where I life. Most of them were friends with my mom, and since her passing, they've taken me under their wings, so to speak, and are quite protective of me. The girl passes the last retail shop and heads toward the local hangouts. As the young woman gets closer, her features sharpen into focus, and the recognition slams into me.
She's the girl I saw today sitting under the tree on campus. What was the girl from my dreams doing there?
Crossing over Second Street, the woman heads for the first group of people she sees, two men standing in the middle of the road looking as if they're lost.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can find Sebastian Lake?" she asks once again, glancing between the men.
They both shake their heads, and she moves on. As she goes, those men watch her every move, and even though I watch from afar, there's a niggling sensation in the back of my mind telling me these men are up to no good.
Further down the street, delivery trucks start to open, and men begin unloading supplies for the restaurants and bars scattered in this part of town. Even though I can clearly make out the men's faces on the street as she approaches them - many of whom were friends of my dad - something keeps blocking my view of the woman. I watch as she reaches them and asks the same question she's asked everyone else she's come in contact with. Those same men, chefs and barkeeps accepting their early deliveries, point her down the road.
"The Lake house is a few miles down the road. It's the last reddish-gray brick house on the right."
"Thank you," she responds politely in her soft, musical voice. As she walks away from the last establishment, three strange men follow her, as do the first to men she came in contact with. The further away from the main road she wanders, the more talkative the men behind her become.
"Maybe we should take her with us. Isn't she the one everyone talks about? The hunter?" one of the men murmurs.
They're coming for you! Be careful. Protect yourself, I whisper as I watch the men corner her.
Startled by a ghastly scream, I wake from my slumber tangled in my sheets.
Was this just another dream, or was it real? Will it ever end?
About T.C. Galinari
An aspiring writer from the time she was a child, T.C. Galinari pens young adult romance and fantasy with a thrilling twist. She also writes dark supernatural fiction and contemporary romance (all for adults!) as Teresa Crumpton.
FOLLOW T.C. ONLINE
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BookBub → http://bit.ly/35ClMks
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Sebastian
"Sebastian, I'm coming. I'll find you." The alluring voice floats through my mind.
That voice - so soft and soothing - I'll never get tired of hearing it.
A figure with long hair steps out from the crop of trees, heading toward town with urgency. As she nears Main Street and the stores come into view, her pace slows. It's very early in the morning in this sleepy town, but a few of the shops are starting to show signs of life. Strolling down the center of the road, the young woman stops at every shop that's open.
"Excuse me," she says stepping into the first shop. "Can you tell me where to find Sebastian Lake?"
Why is this beautiful woman asking for me now? I've seen her time and time again in my dreams, but she's never been searching for me.
The woman straightening the store turns to look at her and shakes her head no in response. In the next handful of businesses she walks into, the young woman receives a variety of the same response.
I'm not surprised that the female shop owners don't tell the stranger where I life. Most of them were friends with my mom, and since her passing, they've taken me under their wings, so to speak, and are quite protective of me. The girl passes the last retail shop and heads toward the local hangouts. As the young woman gets closer, her features sharpen into focus, and the recognition slams into me.
She's the girl I saw today sitting under the tree on campus. What was the girl from my dreams doing there?
Crossing over Second Street, the woman heads for the first group of people she sees, two men standing in the middle of the road looking as if they're lost.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can find Sebastian Lake?" she asks once again, glancing between the men.
They both shake their heads, and she moves on. As she goes, those men watch her every move, and even though I watch from afar, there's a niggling sensation in the back of my mind telling me these men are up to no good.
Further down the street, delivery trucks start to open, and men begin unloading supplies for the restaurants and bars scattered in this part of town. Even though I can clearly make out the men's faces on the street as she approaches them - many of whom were friends of my dad - something keeps blocking my view of the woman. I watch as she reaches them and asks the same question she's asked everyone else she's come in contact with. Those same men, chefs and barkeeps accepting their early deliveries, point her down the road.
"The Lake house is a few miles down the road. It's the last reddish-gray brick house on the right."
"Thank you," she responds politely in her soft, musical voice. As she walks away from the last establishment, three strange men follow her, as do the first to men she came in contact with. The further away from the main road she wanders, the more talkative the men behind her become.
"Maybe we should take her with us. Isn't she the one everyone talks about? The hunter?" one of the men murmurs.
They're coming for you! Be careful. Protect yourself, I whisper as I watch the men corner her.
Startled by a ghastly scream, I wake from my slumber tangled in my sheets.
Was this just another dream, or was it real? Will it ever end?
About T.C. Galinari
An aspiring writer from the time she was a child, T.C. Galinari pens young adult romance and fantasy with a thrilling twist. She also writes dark supernatural fiction and contemporary romance (all for adults!) as Teresa Crumpton.
FOLLOW T.C. ONLINE
Amazon → https://amzn.to/2l6zXvj
BookBub → http://bit.ly/35ClMks
Facebook → http://bit.ly/2Jr9MYA
Goodreads → http://bit.ly/2xzSnHU
Instagram → http://bit.ly/2Jv1b8C
Website → http://bit.ly/2Lf1Gps
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