Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Happy release day to Erin Fanning!

Blood Stitches
By Erin Fanning
Available May 12, 2015 from Kensington Publishing/Lyrical Press

Love and danger intertwine…

It’s called El Toque de la Luna—The Touch of the Moon. At least that’s how nineteen-year-old Gabby’s older sister, Esperanza, refers to the magical powers she inherited from their Mayan ancestors. Esperanza says women with El Toque weave magic into their knitting, creating tapestries capable of saving—or devastating—the world. Gabby thinks Esperanza is more like touched in the head—until a man dressed like a candy corn arrives at their Seattle home on Halloween. But “Mr. C” is far from sweet…

Soon, Gabby and her almost-more-than-friend, Frank, find themselves spirited away to a demon ball, complete with shape shifters—and on a mission to destroy Esperanza’s tapestries before they cause an apocalyptic disaster… And before it’s too late to confess their true feelings for each other.




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About the Author

Erin Fanning spends her summers on a northern Michigan lake, where her imagination explores the water and dense forest for undiscovered creatures. In the winter, she migrates to central Idaho, exchanging mountain bikes and kayaks for skis and snowshoes. She’s the author of a mountain biking guidebook, as well as numerous articles, essays, and short stories. 

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Excerpt


In this scene, Gabby and Frank’s relationship tentatively begins moving beyond best friends… until they are interrupted by Gabby’s older sister Esperanza:

The fire crackled, and Frank joined me at the window. Lamplight pooled around my socks, and rain rat-a-tatted on the roof.
“Rain, rain, go away. Come again, another day,” Frank said.
“You go from Lester Ruben to Mother Goose. I guess Shakespeare’s a stretch.”
“Oh yeah? ‘Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desire?’”
“English 101, right? One of the sonnets?”
“Sonnet 57, to be precise.”
“I’m impressed.”
“Never underestimate me.” His hand brushed mine, and a charge ran up my arm. “You know, you don’t need to be jealous of Esperanza. You’re as pretty as she is.” He stammered over the last few words.
My cheeks grew hot. No guy had ever called me pretty.
Frank put his arm around my waist.
Surprising myself, I leaned against him. Frank understood my complicated feelings for Esperanza and Abuela, how they shut me out and acted like nothing mattered except knitting. Our friendship went back forever. Words were unnecessary.
“What are you two doing over there?” Esperanza said from behind us.
Frank and I disentangled and whirled.
Esperanza, balancing a tray holding three steaming mugs, winked at me. She placed the drinks on the coffee table and handed Frank a mug. Eyes downcast, he sipped the drink, fire flickering behind him.

 


1 comment:

Erin Fanning said...

Thanks for hosting me, Cate, I'm exited to be on your blog today!