vineri, 26 decembrie 2014

Excerpt, Giveaway & Guest Post "The Donor" by Candace Osmond

Hey hey everyone! Today I'm super excited to share with you the latest book written by author Candace Osmond. It is called The Donor, and I'm sure the description will catch your attention in an instant (that's how it happened to me, anyway). Below is and excerpt too, and Candace also wrote a great guest post about book covers. So, take a look and if you like how it sounds, then you should enter the giveaway right away. Good luck and happy reading!

The Donor
Candace Osmond

Genre: Sci-Fi Fantasy
Number of pages: 316
Cover Artist: Majeau Designs
Virtual book tour organized by: Bewitching Book Tours

Book Description:

What's the first thought that would run through your mind if you woke up, completely naked, strapped to an operating table, sans a kidney?

What ran through Nora Daniels mind was that, sadly, nobody would even notice she was missing. No family, no friends, not even a boyfriend.

No, there would be no Prince Charming busting down the door to save the day or loved ones to mourn her death. Unless she could find a way to uncover the secrets hidden in her past and discover the one thing tying her to this world.

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* Excerpt *

The strong stench of chemicals and bleach burned my nose and lungs, waking me from a deep and dreamlike haze, my eyes struggling open to find almost complete darkness. At least, I assumed it was; my mind and vision were both cloudy. Beneath the overwhelming odor of some kind of cleanser and noxious fumes, I caught a whiff of something dank, much like mold or mildew. In the distance, I heard a voice - no, two voices, muffled and just close enough for me to make out a bit of what they were saying. The sounds only compromised by the echoes which bounced off of the walls around me.
Was I in a tunnel?
Deep tones meant that both voices were male and I forced my mind to focus. Instantly, a searing pain erupted in my side, forcing the last bit of drowsiness away and bringing me to the surface of my consciousness. I’d never experienced anything so wretched before in my life! The growing pain was far worse than any headache or migraine that I’d ever had. It cut through me, like a hot knife, and every other thought fled from my mind. All I could concentrate on was this horrific sensation, not like a broken bone or a bad cut. No, it created an image of someone slicing into me and placing a burning hot coal, straight from the fire, deep into the right side of my body.
Instinctively, I reached to pull out the offending rock and instantly began to panic when my arms wouldn’t move. I thought, perhaps, the excruciating pain had caused my brain to not connect to my limbs. But as my natural reflexes had me trying to move, I felt the restraints at my wrists and ankles, holding me down. They were tight, and I realized they cut the circulation to my feet and hands. Trying to assess my situation, I noticed the cold, flat surface beneath me and, as I turned my head, the smallest bit of light crept into my line of vision.
I was blindfolded.
True panic had my blood pumping hot and fast through my body, and I attempted to control my breathing, trying to negate the effects of the agony in my side as well as my fear. I would never find a release if I didn’t calm down.
With clearer perception now, I noticed that the blindfold was thin, perhaps the black nylon of a pair of pantyhose, and it had slipped ever so slightly, allowing that small amount of light to shine just beneath it. Squinting and focusing until my eyes ached, I made out fuzzy shapes through the blindfold. From my limited perspective, I could tell that the room was larger than I’d first imagined, with tall ceilings, and I heard the familiar humming of bright fluorescent lights. The sound echoed the sensation in my body as I forced myself to ignore the debilitating pain.
Turning my head to each side, I took note of what appeared to be several small, cot-like, beds.
Hospital beds?
No, they were more like operating tables...and I was on one of them. I couldn’t make out occupants on top of any other beds, nor could I see anyone standing in the room I was in. But there was a darker spot in a far corner, and the voices seemed to be coming from that direction.
It must be another room.
Flexing my face and working my eyebrows, I managed to continue moving the blindfold so that I had a little more visibility. I tried one more time and got the entire thing shifted so it only rested on my eyelids, barely affecting my ability to see. I could pick out the two men standing in the frame of two open double doors, and I saw a tattoo on one of them.
With the material still weighing on my eyelids, it compromised my ability to see their upper bodies, but I stared at the tattoo on the man’s calf, just below a pair of loose beige shorts. It was shaped like a diamond, but the corner was too dim for me to catch the details. I stared hard, making sure to burn the image into my memory. I would use it to aid the police in finding my captor.
If I ever made it out of here alive.

* Guest Post * 
Book Covers; the Great Debate

There's always been a back and forth opinion on whether or not a cover sells the book or not. Some believe that the cover is the face of the story, others believe that hard work and promotion pays off, then some also believe that the writing should speak for itself. Well, I let you in on a little secret; you're all right! There are tons of factors that go into the success of a book. But I'll just specifically talk about the cover in this short article. The first two points will contradict each other, but I'll try to justify my though process the best I can and hopefully you won't think I'm crazy.

-Never judge a book by its cover. A cover doesn't always reflect the work found inside. Sometimes the author has no say in the design, the publisher does. Or sometimes the author is an indie (self published) and poured their blood, sweat, and many, many tears into the story to make it amazing for their readers but most indies have limited funds and would rather invest their dollars into other areas like promotion. And, consider this; there are tons of iconic books that have terrible, and I mean terribble, covers. Look at the original version of The Great Gatsby or the Brazilian version of Stephen Kings The Shining. Blech.

-Always judge a book by its cover. Well, not really. That's just mean. But a cover does set the bar for a book's potential success. Let me paint you a picture: you stumble across a new book, it's on sale, the premise sounds great, the author has a cool name...and then you see the cover. It's terrible. You've seen better stuff created in Paint. In fact, you're positive that YOU could do something better in Paint. I'm willing to bet that you never read that book, did you? And to think, it could have been a really great story. But, let's face it, if the author didn't care to put a decent face on their work then why would the story be any better, right? In most cases, that's the truth. But sometimes there's a reason for a strange or off kilter cover design. Perhaps the author has an eclectic taste in art and wanted to share it with their readers. Or maybe the story references something that relates to the odd cover. You never know, and you will never know until you open the book.

-The cover design for my newest book, The Donor, relates to the story in so many ways. Corey over at Majeau Designs is an amazing graphic artist and can manipulate my ramblings and ideas into beautiful works of art. The Donor is a story about a girl who struggles with life after finding out that she didn't exactly have a normal birth. She feels threatened and useless until something ends up grounding her and tethering her to this world. I really think that that was portrayed perfectly on the cover. But, again, this is just one way to display or represent the story found inside the book.

So, when it comes down to it; there's really no definite answer to whether or not a book cover will make or break a book's success. It's all in the eye of the beholder...or something to that effect.
Happy Holidays!

* About the Author*

Published author and freelance writer/editor Candace Osmond was born in North York, ON. From there she began her journey of discovering Canada, moving every few years and experiencing what every province had to offer. She was surrounded and influenced by many cultures which broadened her mind and personality. Coming from a family of writers and artists dispersed throughout, it was inevitable that Candace follow in her family's footsteps. By the early age of ten years old, Candace had won numerous writing and art competitions including a nation wide art contest for the Louie the Lightening Bug Play it Safe Around Electricity program where the company used her winning ad design. A few years later Candace found herself writing for the local news flyer and then branching off into fiction writing.

Candace published her first book by the age of 25, the first installment in a YA Urban Fantasy to which two others were published with it; The Iron World Series.
Candace is one of the creative writers to www.sssh.com, an acclaimed Erotic Romance website for women which has been featured on NBC Nightline and a number of other large platforms. Her most recent project is a screen play that is pending a nomination for an AVN Award.

Aside from writing, Candace did manage to get her certification for Interior Design and Decor. After years of working with fellow designers, architects, and home owners, Candace won a Peak Award for Best Kitchen Design under $10,000.
Now residing in a small town in Alberta, CA with her husband and two kids, Candace writes full time, developing articles for just about every niche, two more novels, and a hoard of short stories.


* Giveaway *
Tour Giveaway
$25 Amazon gift card
5 eBook copies of The Donor
1 autographed copy of The Donor open to US Shipping

Bonus Giveaway
Free eBook copy of any available backlist titles if you review The Donor on Amazon send your review link to: candy_1415@hotmail.com

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