Monday, June 17, 2013

Gemini Rising: Ethereal Fury Blog Tour




About the Book:

Title: Ethereal Fury (bk 1 Gemini Rising) by Jessica O'Gorek

Release Date: June 4, 2013

Genre: Fantasy / Futuristic / Teen

BEWARE! THE PLANET IS WOUNDED... THE GEMINI ARE RISING AND OUR TIME ON EARTH IS LIMITED


 Mother Earth, wounded by the human race and its disregard for her resources, will recruit human souls to serve Her and turn against humanity. A rising force festers; Gemini, a clan of paranormal beings will systematically possess and destroy towns, cities, and states. Amidst the chaos, a forbidden relationship between Onyx, a lead Gemini, and Violette, a human, begins. They will both find themselves in the middle of a revolutionary war that will either save, or destroy our world.
  
Excerpt:

So here he was, a few feet away from the same tree where he had gotten distracted the other day. He hovered beside it this time, instead of at the top, trying to pinpoint where the voices were coming from.


He saw a young man with black hair standing with his arms crossed and a distant expression on his face. He would nod occasionally at a young girl sitting on a bench in a yellow nightgown. How sweet, he thought bitterly. Young lovers on an evening stroll.

This was a good situation because people were easier to take over when they were preoccupied. He could tell by the low tones these two were deep in conversation. He settled in next to some thick branches laden with young magnolia buds. It was a shame he couldn't smell them; he had heard they were lovely. It was a shame they wouldn't smell them much longer.

He felt the thrill of the hunt roiling within him, looking for a way up and out. Similar to a burning sensation, it made him drunk with the heavy desire to take. When at its peak, it would rule him, control his thoughts and actions. Nothing had ever stopped him once past the brink of his cravings. Once he tasted a soul he liked, there was nothing to do but dive in and absorb its essence, taking over the body the way a captain steers a ship.

The transformation from rational thinking to animal instinct always amazed him. It never got boring or old, and no two souls were the same. Some fought harder than others; older people were more difficult to tame. Sometimes children were so fascinated by him that they would just stare, stupefied by his presence, which made for an easy kill. Children didn't have any premonitions of possession. They tended to focus on identifying what was in front of them, instead of fearing it. They never knew what hit them, never had a chance to worry, or pray, or say goodbye to their parents. He became their goodbye.

He pondered this in preparation for taking these two. As he sank down closer to them, the humming in his fingertips began to pulse. He could now see the back of the girl. Her long, dark wavy hair hung almost to her waist, and the frilly nightgown covered her from neck to toe. The pulsing was turning into a throbbing. Quickly, he darted around the pair to get a better look at the girl in her little yellow gown. She was small and fragile, no more than 16, his best guess. She was pretty too.

Closer and closer he levitated, until he was within sensing range, close enough that they would feel the heat emanating from him. He rolled over in the air to look at the other side of the girl's face. Something about her seemed familiar. He halted his assault, the delay putting a damper on his zeal. Was there something wrong with him?

He pulled away a few feet to work himself up for the dive again. He started his descent, determined this time. To strike was easy; to subdue and tame the spirit could sometimes take a while. Once in the boy, he would have to reassure the girl that her friend was okay. All they ever needed was a little pat or a smile; they were so simple and insecure. Sheep, he though bitterly.

He inhaled the scent of her, breathed it in deeply with his eyes closed. Who was this girl? He was getting angry now. What the hell was going on?

Instead of trying to remember how he knew her or to analyze the effect she was having on him, he grew enraged and swirled a little, working up his confidence. When he looked down to aim himself, his prey were running, both of them, to the church door. The boy was literally dragging the girl as she struggled to keep up. He followed close behind them, telling himself he could catch up, he could do this.

Suddenly, they both stopped, the boy’s face a display of fear and panic. He had alarmed them somehow. Had he gotten sloppy when he started to lose his temper or moved in too fast for the last attempt? It was the boy who had sensed him, the boy who looked terrified and confused. He flew up about 30 or 40 feet high and started his dive-bomb, a practical and powerful feat that never failed him.

At the last moment, right when he could almost taste them, they started running again, and it was either tackle or lose. They were within arm’s reach when he came to a screeching halt as a glass door shut in his face. If it wasn’t a sacred place he could just walk right through it and continue his assault. But this was holy ground and he was very much uninvited.

Why had he stopped? He knew it was the girl, he just didn't know why. It was as if she had thrown up an invisible shield around the two of them, a shield that protected both of them. But that was crazy! Never had a human defied him so effortlessly! She wasn't even trying, didn’t even know he existed, but she has crippled his efforts.

He felt the need to growl, so he did. Not very loudly, but it made him feel better. He wanted to know more about this girl and where her strength came from. He watched carefully as they conversed. She stood, leaning on the glass door, a bewildered glint in her eyes. She looked… lost. Why did he care? He’d failed this mission because of her. Why was he still here thinking about her? He should be on his way back to the caves to report his losses to Tork and The Mother. Should be


Book Links:

Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Gemini-Rising-ebook/dp/B00D7I6BGY/ref=sr_1_sc_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1371391299&sr=1-2-spell&keywords=gemni+rising

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17738490-ethereal-fury?ac=1


About the Author:


I was born in Chesapeake, Virginia on April 19th, 1979. I was raised within the American Indian religion and was taught great respect for the earth and all its living beings. Powwows, sweat lodges, vision quests, you name it, I’ve done it. I was the weird kid who would confront kids on the playground in elementary school when they squished a bug. I would very sincerely tell them what they were doing was morally wrong and then I would pray for the bug to come back as a butterfly in its next life.

I grew up admiring my father, Barry Weinstock, as an author. When I was twelve I started hand writing novels. My first one was two thousand pages. My daughter, who is thirteen, is currently working on her first novel. I hope to continue the legacy.

Author links:

Website: http://1geminirising.wix.com/geminirising

Blog: http://geminirising1.blogspot.com/

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Jessica-OGorek/e/B00CT8A5TM/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/GeminiRising1

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jessica-OGorek/306913389429972











 













 



 
 


 

 

 
 


 
  



 


 

 
 
 



 
 


  






 
 
 




 




 




 




 



 

3 comments:

  1. Thanks again, Rebekkah, for participating in this tour. :)

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  2. Thanks for the support to both you wonderful ladies!!!

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