Thursday 18 June 2015

A Matter of Time by Lisa M Basso Blog Tour and Giveaway!

Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for A Matter of Time. These covers are gorgeous!! You can check out the full schedule HERE.

Title: A Matter of Time (Angel Sight #3) Publication date: eBook June 9, 2015 / Paperback August 18, 2015 Publisher: Month9Books, LLC. Author: Lisa M. Basso

Rayna entered Hell to save Kade. Kade entered to protect Rayna. Both have failed. Centuries of Kade’s demons are unearthed when he is brainwashed and used as a Fallen pawn. In the freezing pits of Hell, Ray is beaten and tortured, pushed to her breaking point. She takes a stand, firing back at her attackers though she’s only begun to understand the true strength of her wings. A strength she will need once she uncovers the evils that await on Earth. Together they find solace, alone they will fight

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(Rayna’s POV)
After what seemed like hours of twists and turns, ducking, sometimes crawling inside the winding ice caverns, we came to an opening. The vast expanse made it seem impossible that we were still underground. Though I knew we were. A small circle of what could have been sunlight beamed down on a monstrous, gothic castle that loomed before us. Towers and spires sharpened to fine knifepoints. Stone arches and retaining walls reached high. Flags of red with white inverted crosses on them draped down from the windows. A moat surrounded the entire outside of the structure.
Fornicator pushed me again.
“One more time, Fallen, and I’ll do everything in my power to clip those stupid wings,” I spat, refusing to take my eyes off the dark fortress.
As we walked further along the narrow pathway paved with tiny crushed rocks, I noticed the larger pebbles were dirty white in color. The closer we got to the castle the more fixated I became. The road was almost entirely made up of these strange rocks. We neared a bridge, not too high off the river below. The surface of the water was frozen, but dark shapes clouded the bluish-white water beneath. Large, moving shapes. I halted the line by stopping to peer in, and Fallen Number Two almost barreled into me.
“Remember what I said about touching me,” I warned Fornicator as the warmth from his hands neared the back of my neck. I didn’t trust him not to touch me, but it boded better for my spirit if I made myself believe he wouldn’t.
It suddenly occurred to me to hope the name I coined for him had nothing to do with his personality.
Squinting eyes that hadn’t seen any manner of restful sleep in some time, I watched the drifting shapes below the water, their rhythm slow, fluid. Peaceful. The faint sound of rushing water could be heard through the ice over the top of the river. Digging my fingers into the brick-lined bridge, I leaned closer, hypnotized by the almost peaceful nature of the river’s motion. Soft, serene, more like true nature than anything I’d seen since arriving down here.
A thud hit the glass-like ice, scaring my heart into my throat. A lighter blue object, small but powerful, created a circle beneath the surface. It hit the ice again and again. It was something alive. I gasped, the sound echoing through the cavern. A second, larger circle pressed against the ice beside the first. Touches of light played off it, as if it was moving. The dark spots grew, and bubbles blurred the image. The first, smaller circle slammed into the ice again and again. Wisps of dark-colored string surrounded the top shape. Hair. A body. A person.
“There’s a woman in there!” I shouted, stepping onto the rock wall, ready to leap down.
A hand wrapped around my waist and lifted me off the wall. “Monsters under the bed,” Shirtless Fallen Number Two whispered close to my ear. His breath was worse than his BO. I turned away from him best I could. Shirtless didn’t put me down. He walked the rest of the way to the castle with my back pressed against his chest, carrying me one-armed as I kicked and fought.
“Keep her close,” Fornicator ordered. “Imagine what she’d try if she knew we were walking on ancient bones.”
The white rocks. I struggled harder to break free, but he was too strong. With nothing left to do, I watched more shapes drift down the river. No doubt they were all people, all alive somehow—probably damned souls—and trapped underwater.
The monsters weren’t under the bed, or under the ice; they were right beside me, and I’d bet anything they also resided inside the castle that towered ahead.


Lisa M. Basso was born and raised in San Francisco, California. She is a lover of books, video games, animals, and baking (not baking with animals though). As a child she would crawl into worlds of her own creation and get lost for hours. Her love for YA fiction started with a simple school reading assignment: S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders. When not reading or writing she can usually be found at home with The Best Boyfriend that Ever Lived ™ and her two darling (and sometimes evil) cats, Kitties A and B.

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Giveaway Information: 

·        Five (5) winners will receive a digital copy of A Matter of Time by Lisa M. Basso (INT)

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