Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Seven Seeds of Summer Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Seven Seeds of Summer
Chantal Gadoury

Genre:  YA Paranormal Romance

Publisher:  Waldorf  Press

Date of Publication:  March 15, 2014

ISBN: 1630684775
ISBN-13: 978-1630684778

Number of pages:  332
Word Count: 66,420

Cover Artist: Karen Davis and Terri Cooper

Book Description:

Seven Seeds of Summer follows the story of Summer, a college art student who has grown up in a house full of Greek mythology and legends. Summer grew up with a love for the darkest of all Gods: Hades, which caused tension between her and her mother. Summer comes home to Point Judith, Rhode Island, to find a mysterious figure on their family beach. The figure comes to her with questions about a familiar myth of her childhood: of Persephone and Hades. He proceeds to tell her of a new version of the story with a different ending that Summer never knew; an ending that includes herself.

A trip to Greece leads to tragic twists, leaving Summer in the arms of the strange figure whom she had met before. He takes her on a whirlwind through the busy streets of Athens, to the lowest point of Greece where his lair awaits: The Underworld. Determined to find out the secret of herself and her piece in the story, Summer goes with him, and tries to make herself at home in his world.

Summer has to decide to follow her heart or follow the same footsteps of the mysterious woman in her past life.

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“Do you know the story?”

Story? I didn’t want to think about it. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Instead, I wanted to close my eyes and wake back up at school, or wake up in my room. It could be tomorrow. It could be anything but right now. I couldn’t believe that this was really happening. As far as I was concerned, he couldn’t be real. Not even if I had wished it as hard as I could. This couldn’t really be happening.

“Story?” I whispered, closing my eyes. I could see the story play out in my mind as if I were there. I could see her, his wife; beautiful and blonde. Her eyes were open and curious. She was picking flowers with two of the most beautiful women in the land. Their wild curly hair, woven with crowns of flowers as they wore flowing silk dresses, caught in a gentle summer breeze as they gathered arrangements of flowers.

There was one flower – one that stood out to Persephone the most, soft and red. She picked it, and was engulfed in blackness, where the dark Lord lingered and waited. He was there. His face. His arms. He had her, and he was taking her down into his world, where he wanted me to go.

“You know the story, Summer,” he acknowledged, almost as if he had just seen the images play out in my mind of what I always imagined. I could feel his other hand on my cheek, his fingers drawing around my skin. I did know the story. He had taken the maiden from earth into his underworld, and made her his queen. He loved her. He wanted her. And then she was taken away from him. Her mother wanted her back. She ate seeds from a pomegranate; food that was in the underworld. Food of the dead, and that kept her connected with him always. She was to be shared for all eternity.

“What do you want with me?” I asked again, keeping my eyes closed. I didn’t want to be hypnotized. I didn’t want to feel anything more than the desire to run, but there was something that I couldn’t explain keeping me there, within his grasp.

“You belong to me, Summer. You always have, even when you were taken away from me. Even then, you still belonged to me. This is how it’s supposed to be. It was this way in the beginning, and it is how it will be in the end.”

“I can’t go with you,” I said, pushing his hands off of me. I pushed myself away from him, and slowly backed toward my house. This was someone’s awful joke. “If my mother hired you, you can tell her she wins.” His face was confused for a moment and then he shook his head.

“Summer, no one hired me. Nothing that you know is what it seems. Trust me.” I shook my head, wanting to laugh at him. Trust him? Had he looked at himself in the mirror? He was the last person on earth that looked trustable.

“I’m not going to stand here and let you mock me,” I snapped and turned toward the house, walking as fast as my feet could carry me. It wasn’t fast enough. I wasn’t fast enough. I felt his cold arms wrap around my waist and his cool breath was on my neck. His touch was just as startling as the first time. He sent shivers down my spine.

“I won’t let you go, Summer. You ate the seeds and you belong to me. You have to fulfill the promise that was granted to me.”

“I didn’t eat any seeds. I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I shouted, trying to shove him off of me.

“It’s just a story!” I continued to try to get him off of me, but to no avail, he was much stronger than me.

“Our love isn’t just a story, Summer. It’s real. Don’t you feel it?” I felt his hand press against my chest where my heart was, and it began to ache. I felt tears fill my eyes again and I tried to struggle harder. “No! Stop it!”

“I’ve searched for you for years, Summer, and when I found you, I watched you. I watched you paint my face over and over again, and knew that you had not forgotten about me. You know me, and deep down, you know the truth.” I fell to my knees, pressing my palms into my eyes. I was a mess of sand and water, and dried paint, and now of death. I felt his hands slip away, and I held my breath, counting to five. I needed to collect myself.

“Wake up, Summer. Wake up.” I whispered to myself, pressing my hands into my eyes again. I finally dropped my hands into the sand and opened my eyes. The only sound was the ocean and my heavy breathing. There was no voice. I was too afraid to turn around and see him standing there, but I knew I had to. I couldn’t sit in the sand all night. I bit my lip and slowly turned my head to see nothing but the expanse of the night and the ocean. There was no one. My painting and paints were clattered together, next to the split water.

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About the Author:

Chantal Gadoury is young author who currently lives in a small town in Delaware with her two cats, Theo and Harper and her boyfriend, Robert. Chantal likes anything Disney, plays a mean game of Disney trivia, enjoys painting, and has a interest in British History. Chantal first started writing stories at the age of seven and continues that love of writing today. As a recent college graduate from Susquehanna University, with a degree in Creative Writing, this is her first book.

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