Generations 1: Book of Enlightenment Blog Tour

Today I am so excited to be the first stop on the Generations Blog Tour!

Thank you so much to Mia who asked me to be a part of this blog tour, I read her first novel The Ocean a while back and fell in love with it! Now she back with a paranormal series, how exciting!

Firstly I'll admit I haven't read very much of this book yet. I know I a terrible book blogger! I've just been so busy with work the past two weeks I haven't had time for anything!! 

According to my Kindle I am 38% done with the book so far. What I can say is out of what I have read so far the book is really good! I'm loving the characters and the plot already!

Anyway for today's stop on the tour I have an excerpt of the book to share with you all!

Chapter One

Ellie Solomon, sit down!” Her eyes locked into mine. I saw them ease from frustration to compassion. “Come sit by me, sweetie.” 

“I can’t. Does it always take this long? It’s a simple answer: ‘yes’ or ‘no’.” 

I continued pacing in the long corridor of deep maple walls. My dress was shades of purple, but in the dim halls it just looked grey. The government building in our city of Jordan was as old as the city if that was possible. It was very intimidating in its majesty. It was the only place I’d ever lived, so I knew it like the back of my hand. Jordan was the epitome of a small Midwestern town from the storefront five and dimes, to the fifties diner across from my high school. My shoes clanked on the marble floors. I walked the circle of the rotunda to give my nervousness some form of escape. The noise resounded throughout the whole building. “Should it be taking this long?” I asked again as I wrung my hands, willing the doors to open. 

“Well, he is petitioning to be your guardian. And he’s only eighteen. This is a big deal and takes a great deal of consideration.” Nancy was right. She’d helped us get this far, being our social worker for the past five years. Her black hair was graying at the temples. Her grey, square-rimmed glasses made her look wise beyond her years. She had smile wrinkles in the outer corners of her dark eyes and her thin lips. She wasn’t beautiful or elegant. She was kind of plain, but she was precise. From her stiff, pressed skirt suit to her perfectly molded immoveable hair, she was precise. We trusted that she knew what she was doing. She and I had testified already why this was the best thing for Gideon and me. We’d bombarded the judge with letters from teachers, former foster parents, and Gideon’s current employers. We’d put together a plan about how we were going to support ourselves and go to school. Gideon was going to the university next year on a full scholarship. He still planned to work at his part-time job. I would be a senior next year and also work part-time. I had had a job since I was 14; so had Gideon. Hard work was nothing new to us. That wasn’t a problem. We were young. That was the problem. Nancy would still be checking in with us weekly, and we’d have a reoccurring court date to show our progress. We would be on probation if we got permission. Gideon would be my guardian. We’d be free of the system, sort of. I was still pacing when Gideon rushed out the door. I couldn’t read his expression. His dark brown hair that had been perfect when he went in an hour earlier was disheveled. I held my breath. “Sorry, kid, we tried.” I looked away. I was trying not to burst into tears. “You’re going to have to unpack all those boxes back in your room. In our new apartment,” he said. I finally breathed. “Are you saying?” “Yes! Yes! We got it. I’m the boss of you. Ha-ha.” He began to laugh for real, not the teasing laugh. Before he finished, I was in his arms hugging him so tightly. His laughter was contagious. I laughed so hard. His brown eyes were dancing with delight, as were mine. No more foster care. No more wondering how long in “this house” or “that house.” Don’t get me wrong; we were lucky most of the time and got to stay with some real angels. We shared our life with some good people. But there were a few families that were awful. I’d never want to go back to that again. “Now, before you get too excited, we will have a check-in from Nancy every month for the next five months, and every two months for the final six months. Then you’ll be eighteen, and we won’t have to answer to anyone but ourselves.” “You’ll always have to answer to me. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” Nancy came over to where we were hugging and embraced us both. “I’m so proud of both of you. Do you know how special you are?”

There is also a giveaway happening, you can win yourself and e-copy of Generations and a print copy as well as 5 postcard and bookmark sets!!

Want to be in with a chance of winning these goodies?

Then make sure to follow the tour this week!

Tour Stops

Monday 17th: BelleBooks

Tuesday 18th: Jagged Edge 

Wednesday 19th: K-Books 

Thursday 20th: Reading Away The Days

Friday 21st: Woven Myst

To qualify, you must:

1. comment on each blog post (each comment gets you one entry into the drawing. 

2. tweet the blog post that day with the hash tag #generations (each tweet earns you another entry.) 

3. post a link on facebook to the blog entry.(Allowing you yet ANOTHER entry) The winners will be announced during the Virtual Launch Party Saturday at 6pm est on USTREAM. The Release Date of the Novel is October 25th and it will be available, on amazon, bn.com, ibooks, and kobo, as well as print!

Good luck everyone who is entering for the print copy, I swear I'm not seething with jealously! Remember to stop by all the blogs participating in the tour this week, it's going to be a lot of fun!