Friday, July 26, 2013

Blog Tour: Armoured Hearts by Pauline Creeden & Melissa Turner Lee (tour giveaway)

The blog tour is presented by Reading Addiction Blog Tours.
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Welcome to The Wormhole and my stop on the tour.
It is my pleasure to feature Armoured Hearts.

Melissa Turner Lee holds a BA in Communications with a concentration in Journalism from the University of South Carolina. She has studied fiction writing since 2008, attending various writing conferences and workshops, along with guidance from professional writing coaches. She resides in Spartanburg, SC with her husband and 3 sons.
Twitter: @MelissaTLee1975

Pauline Creeden is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy. In her fiction, she creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long.
Twitter: @P_Creeden

Steampunk/Fantasy Romance
Date Published: 5/20/2013

When a crippled young lord rescues a girl falling from a tree, it reveals a secret about
himself and his mother's side of the family that could put him at the center of a war with
beings he thought only existed in fariytales.

Tristan Gareth Smyth lived his entire life stuck at home at Waverly Park and
left behind while his Grandfather makes trips to London, all because of his blasted

Then an American heiress falls in his lap, literally, and he must find a way to keep
her at a distance to protect not only his secret, but everyone around him from an assassin
sent to kill him.

Gareth wheeled his chair to the tree trunk, his curiosity getting the better of 

him. The girl dropped the hoop on the ground and took hold of the lowest branch. 

She whispered in an accent he didn’t recognize, “Keep watch for me, and call out if 

you see anyone coming.”

His chin tucked in and his eyes grew wide. She took it as assent, and nodded, 

starting her climb. She was spirited like Tabitha. The thought of being able to climb 

a tree at all pricked at Gareth’s heart. He would never get to climb a tree.

Again he took on the expression of being bored. No one needed to know 

he was jealous of the girl. Gareth made a habit of never owning his true feelings. It 

was his protective covering. With his lids half closed, he tried not to watch the girl 

or keep an eye out for anyone else’s approach. Without his permission, his gaze 

returned to the girl’s powder white limbs as she climbed higher than most children 

Soon she was too high up. 

Gareth adjusted himself in his seat, his eyes darting around. Instead of 

keeping lookout, he hoped for some adult to show up and tell the girl to come down. 

The girl called down in a harsh whisper.“Look! Watch this.”

She scooted out on a limb, making her way to a bird’s nest. The limb 

wobbled as she got closer to the end. 

He was about to call out a warning to her when it was too late. The branch 

snapped. The little girl was falling with barely a squeal.

All Gareth could think was that he needed to do something. It was then 

he noticed he was rushing towards her. He wasn’t sure how he was moving his 

wheelchair and catching her but he did. Her giant brown eyes grew as he held her. 

Then she looked about and her eyes became wider. He swallowed hard and stared at 

the ground several feet away. 

In a rush, he placed the girl on the grass and flew back to his chair. His heart 

still pounded in his ears as he sat. He tried to mask his confusion as he masked all 

other uncomfortable emotions, but it wasn’t working. The girl stared at him, but said 

nothing as a dark haired woman rushed toward her.

“Sweeting, are you ok?” The woman swept the girl up into her arms. “I got 

here as fast as I could. I can’t believe you did that. I thought I told you not to climb 

that tree.”

She put the girl back down and looked her over, grabbing her head and 

looking for a sign of injury. “Aren’t you hurt at all? I saw you falling from the 

window upstairs.”

The girl shook her head too quickly, like she was still in shock.

“Come on back to the house,” the pinch-faced woman snapped, ushering the 

little girl away. 

The girl yanked her hand free of the woman’s grasp and rushed back to 

Gareth. She placed an object in his hand and kissed his cheek. 

“You were amazing,” she whispered and turned back to the woman who 

called out her name.

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