Blog Tour: Abraham's Men by Kristen Selleck

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It is my pleasure to feature:

 Kristen Selleck and Abrahams Men.

 Kristen Selleck is avidly evil. Until recently, she worked as a mad scientist. After several diabolical attempts at world domination proved unsuccessful (most notably, building an army of robots from used pipettes, empty reagent boxes, and other things left lying around the lab), she decided to pick up the pen. She used the pen to poke an annoying lady at the gas station in the eyeball. Then she decided to write.

She has been known to speak with a strong Russian accent. This is inexplicable due to the fact that she was born in Detroit. It has also been documented that she likes vodka, roller coasters, things which are purple, and blowing things up with dry ice. She abhors kittens, wood paneling popularized in the 1970's, and her arch-nemesis Jimmy (the Evil Overlord of Specimen Processing). She was last known to reside in Grand Rapids, and may be in the company of two evil apprentices, and her devoted henchman, Shad. If seen, please contact the FBI immediately (she owes someone in Accounting a sandwich).

http://kristenselleck.webs.com/

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5305353.Kristen_Selleck

http://www.amazon.com/Kristen-Selleck/e/B0060FB49U

https://twitter.com/Abrahamsmen

http://www.facebook.com/BirchHarborSeries

Abraham’s Men

Birch Harbor Series, Book 2
Kristen Selleck

Genre:  YA paranormal romance

Number of pages: 394

Word Count: 86,000

Cover Artist: Kristen Selleck

Book Description: 

College sophomore Chloe Adams returns to Birch Harbor determined to find the remnants of the secret society known as Abraham's Men.

Yet, the only clues she has are the words 'find Ian Rose' and a strange coded journal that once belonged to her father.

No longer able to hear the voices that have plagued her for most of her life, and finally having the loving home she has always dreamed of, Chloe struggles to define what she wants--

Until fate and her mentor conspire to offer her the chance to discover the truth.

Unfortunately, the truth might kill her.

Excerpt:

The faint buzz of her cell phone shocked Chloe Adams out of a light sleep.  Panicked at the thought of missing the call, she struggled to unwind her covers, gave up and lunged toward the windowsill, groping toward the illuminated screen.  She didn‘t recognize the number, which was a good sign that it was him.

                “Seth?” she asked, as the bad connection crackled against her ear.

                “Clo?” His voice was faint, sounding as far away as he actually was.

                “Can you hear me?” she asked louder.

                “Barely.  I don’t know how long I can keep the signal, we just got back to the village and it’s been…and I don’t know how long…just wanted…”

                The static washed over his voice in waves.

                “Seth, I can’t hear you. When does your plane come in? Did you find out if you could get the earlier flight?”

                “…that everything’s okay, that you’re doing alright.  If it starts again…Father Andrew’s…you can stay with him until I get back…”

                “I’m fine, everything’s fine, just tell me when you’ll be in, so I can-”

                “Are you there…I can‘t…? Clo?”

                The static conquered his voice entirely.

                Chloe pounded her fist against the windowsill in frustration.  She hated Costa Rica, hated forestry, hated Michigan State University for its wonderful Study Abroad programs.   Why was he calling in the middle of the night anyway?  There was just an hour’s time difference between Birch Harbor and…

                The time, according to the bedside clock, was only ten.  Only ten o’clock at night and she wasn’t in Birch Harbor any more, she was home.  Coming back to a place she hadn’t seen in years was odd.  She had to remind herself that these were her things…it was her clock, her bed, her windowsill…her room…the place where she had laid down to sleep almost every night for sixteen years.  It wasn’t the same anymore.  It seemed to belong to another girl who might come in at any moment and find her there. 

After two years away from home, she wasn’t even sure that her key would work when no one answered the door.  Exhausted after the nine hour drive from Birch Harbor, she had gone to her old room, dropped her bags, and collapsed on the bed.  She hadn’t been asleep very long when he called.