It's the weekend! Did everyone survive the mayhem of Black Friday?! I tried it for the first time last year and while it's fun, people get crazy don't they?! I only went to Toys-R-Us and I actually met some cool people but on my local news they were reporting some crazy stuff happening. Sorry, I'm totally rambling! I have a treat for you today...I have an excerpt from the awesome Jessica Sorensen and her book Ember. She's a consistently high-rated Goodreads author so this is definitely a treat!
Ember (Death Collectors #1)by Jessica Sorensen
Publisher: Borrowed Hearts (8.29.12)
What if you knew when someone was going to die?
For seventeen-year-old Ember, life is death. With a simple touch, she knows when someone will die. It’s her curse and the reason she secludes herself from the world. The only person who knows her secret is her best friend Raven.
Then she meets Asher Morgan. He’s gorgeous, mysterious, and is the only person Ember can't sense death from. So when he pushes into her life, she doesn’t mind.
But when unexplained deaths start to haunt her town, Ember starts questioning why she can’t sense Asher's death and what he may be hiding.
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“Asher?” I squint through the dark down at my legs.
A dark figure slowly rises from the floor. The head is enormous, its arms long, and its body stretches to the ceiling. A cape flows to the ground and armors its face. Nope, not Asher.
“Ember,” it breathes, reaching for me. “Don’t be afraid. You know I’d never hurt you.”
“You stay the hell away from me.” I flip over onto my stomach, taking out the table. I scramble to my feet and sprint across the room for the flashlight. I scoop it up and spin around, sweeping the light across the room.
But he’s gone.
I back for the door, sliding my phone out of my pocket. I dial Ian’s number. “Come on, come on, come—”
The doorbell rings. Startled, I drop my phone on the floor and the back pops off. I snatch up the pieces and quickly throw open the door.
Asher looks sexy as hell. His inky black hair dangles in his gorgeous slate eyes and the sleeves of his plaid shirt are pushed up, showing off his lean arms. My eyes stray down lower, to where his jeans ride low on his hips, and I picture myself trailing kisses down his abs.
Damn Raven and her dirty books. They’re messing with my head.
If that didn't want to make you go out and read the book...read it again! It certainly piqued my interest and will definitely be putting it on my TBR list. =)
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