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Author: Shannon Dittemore
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal
Release Date: May 29th 2012
Publisher: Thomas Nelson FictionPages: 320
BLOG TOUR - June 8th - Excerpt
Once you’ve seen, you can’t unsee. Everything changes when you’ve looked at the world through . . .
Brielle’s a ballerina who went to the city to chase her dreams and found tragedy instead. She’s come home to shabby little Stratus, Oregon, to live with her grief and her guilt . . . and the incredible, numbing cold she can’t seem to shake.
Jake’s the new guy at school. The boy next door with burning hands and an unbelievable gift that targets him for corruption.
Something more than fate has brought them together. An evil bigger than both of them lurks in the shadows nearby, hiding in plain sight. Two angels stand guard, unsure what’s going to happen. And a beauty brighter than Jake or Brielle has ever seen is calling them to join the battle in a realm where all human choices start.
A realm that only angels and demons—and Brielle—can perceive.
BLOG TOUR - EXCERPT #2 OF ANGEL EYES:
I step out of the entryway and turn right, intending to head back to my car. Movement snags my peripheral vision, and I turn my head. A man exits the real estate office across the street. He lingers on the stairs, watching. He’s tall. Taller than Dad, even. His hair is black, cropped short. Olive skin. Deep, shadowed eyes. His clothes are dark.
Really, everything about him is dark. I think that’s what keeps me looking. Against the white sky and the weather-faded storefronts, he’s a gigantic blotch of darkness.
I’ve taken a single step when his eyes meet mine. I just have time to shiver before I’m roughly, and very suddenly, yanked backward into the recessed doorway of the theatre. My elbow knocks the wall as I’m pressed against it. Jake’s hands grip both my biceps, holding me tight, but his face is turned away. He looks past me.
“Hey!” I wrap my fingers around his wrists and shove, but he’s stronger than I am. “What . . .”
“Shh,” he says, leaning around me. “Hang on.”
I groan in protest, but I obey. He peers down the street, and I hang on. He’s so warm. The heat in his hands bleeds through my jacket, through my sweater and my thermal shirt. It spreads across my chest and slides into my gut. I’m a snowman melting in the sun. I’m butter in a sizzling pan.
The wind sneaks into the entryway and brushes our faces, blowing a hot, almost summery breeze from his skin to mine. It smells like sugared doughnut. The globe lights flicker overhead. Or maybe my eyes are closing.
“Brielle?” Yes, definitely closing. I force them open and find myself staring into Jake’s eyes.
Something I try to avoid. “What was that?” I ask. It’s possible my words are running together. Jake doesn’t answer. But there’s something in his eyes, and I
have no idea how to decode it. It’s not fear. Not anger. It’s . . . fire.
“Jake, who was that?”
“Someone you don’t want to meet in a dark alley.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Shannon Dittemore has an overactive imagination and a passion for truth. Her lifelong journey to combine the two is responsible for a stint at Portland Bible College, performances with local theater companies, and a focus on youth and young adult ministry. The daughter of one preacher and the wife of another, she spends her days imagining things unseen and chasing her two children around their home in Northern California. Angel Eyes is her first novel.