Hello and welcome to the treasure hunt tour for The Forever Girl! 🙂 Here’s how it’s done: Each stop on the tour will have a small excerpt with a code hidden it. Visit all the stops to gather the letters, unscramble the phrase, and email it to Sandra by clicking here . (The complete list of blog tour stops can be found here.)
- 1 Forever Girl Ring
- 1 Forever Girl Keychain
- 1 Forever Girl Necklace
- 1 Forever Girl Bookmark
- 1 Forever Girl Candle
- 1 signed copy of The Forever Girl
- 1 signed copy of the companion novella, Her Sweetest Downfall
- AND the author will also immortalize the lucky winner by giving them a cameo appearance in the next Forever Girl book.
Sophia’s family has skeletons, but they aren’t in their graves.
At twenty-two, practicing Wiccan Sophia Parsons is scratching out a living waiting tables in her Rocky Mountain hometown, a pariah after a string of unsolved murders with only one thing in common: her. Sophia can imagine lots of ways to improve her life, but she’d settle for just getting rid of the buzzing noise in her head. When the spell she casts goes wrong, the static turns into voices. Her personal demons get company, and the newcomers are dangerous. One of them is a man named Charles, who Sophia falls for despite her better judgment. He has connections that might help her unveil the mystery surrounding her ancestor’s hanging, but she gets more than she bargains for when she finally decides to trust him.
Survival in his world, she learns, means not asking questions and staying out of the immortal council’s way. It’s a line she crossed long ago. If Sophia wants to survive the council and save the people she loves, she must accept who she is, perform dark magic, and fight to the death for her freedom. The Forever Girl is a full-length Paranormal Fantasy novel that will appeal to lovers of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, witches, vampires, ghosts, paranormal mystery, and paranormal horror.
The Forever Girl part 19
The roof of my mouth felt like the shell of a walnut. I wanted to swallow and lick my lips to relieve the dryness, but his staring made me hyper-conscious. His gaze dipped, and I felt a rush in my chest.
Was he checking me out? Was he aware of my erratic your code is a breathing or the rapidly beating pulse in my neck?
His gaze continued down.
To his watch.
Not checking me out.
When he lifted his eyes to mine again, my insides filled with a chaotic energy. Attraction or warning, I didn’t know, but I couldn’t break away. The men in Belle Meadow had no interest in me, but this guy—he didn’t know me. He hadn’t heard the rumors, hadn’t heard about my mastery of the dark arts or how I sometimes painted demonic symbols on abandoned grain elevators.