28th
Nov
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Today I’m excited to share with you a promo for ‘Echo’ by
Lorena Glass. ‘Echo’ is the first book of a
trilogy that is an epic time travel reincarnation love story. Find out more
about this book here today!
About the Book:
A man and a woman…
They are two blended souls; one being split in two. Bound by a love that is not
of this world.
of this world.
A cruel curse…
Forbidden from being together in the afterlife, they suffer the same edict on
Earth if they ever meet: one of them will always meet a tragic, untimely end.
Defiant ones…
They have a secret weapon. When one dies, the other goes ahead (or back) in
time to their departed lover’s next (or previous) incarnation, thus defying
whoever (or whatever) is determined to keep them apart.
An endless circle…
This cycle of death and reunion spans over a thousand years; love and devotion
that transcends all barriers, the inevitable grief and suffering, and the
question of whether or not they should break the chain of pain and loss—and
whether or not they have the courage—by separating forever.
It is a love story like no other, and an adventure story that transports the
reader all through time; from the Dark Ages to present day…and beyond.
Side note by the Author:
This ebook, called Echo (now available on Amazon.com), is
the first book of a trilogy that is an epic time travel reincarnation love
story. Though it’s foremost a love story, it is by no means just targeted
at women; and it could also fall comfortably into the categories of historical
novel, adventure, and/or fantasy. And I need to add: a few of the people
who have reviewed this book already have been under the mistaken impression
that this is a YA novel. It isn’t. It’s mainly targeted at
adults. But young adults who enjoy this kind of story would probably enjoy
Echo, too.
the first book of a trilogy that is an epic time travel reincarnation love
story. Though it’s foremost a love story, it is by no means just targeted
at women; and it could also fall comfortably into the categories of historical
novel, adventure, and/or fantasy. And I need to add: a few of the people
who have reviewed this book already have been under the mistaken impression
that this is a YA novel. It isn’t. It’s mainly targeted at
adults. But young adults who enjoy this kind of story would probably enjoy
Echo, too.
Excerpt:
She didn’t remember the moment of her birth.
But
she did remember—with perfect clarity—the moment of her rebirth. She remembered every detail, to the finest
point, of the moment she was reborn; an impossibility in an impossible world…
she did remember—with perfect clarity—the moment of her rebirth. She remembered every detail, to the finest
point, of the moment she was reborn; an impossibility in an impossible world…
1.
When
the time traveler opened her eyes, she was standing on a beach, staring at the
ocean. The pure, clean smell of the
salty air was strong, even though it was raining.
the time traveler opened her eyes, she was standing on a beach, staring at the
ocean. The pure, clean smell of the
salty air was strong, even though it was raining.
She
didn’t care.
didn’t care.
The girl didn’t run for
cover (there was no cover in sight anyway).
She just closed her eyes and stood there, getting wet. She stood there with her eyes closed,
listening to the rain, feeling it soak her skin, for a long time. She may have fallen asleep. When the girl finally opened her eyes again,
the rain had stopped. Not that it
mattered much, since she was soaking wet, in the middle of a vast, empty beach,
staring at a vast, empty ocean. And it
was cold.
cover (there was no cover in sight anyway).
She just closed her eyes and stood there, getting wet. She stood there with her eyes closed,
listening to the rain, feeling it soak her skin, for a long time. She may have fallen asleep. When the girl finally opened her eyes again,
the rain had stopped. Not that it
mattered much, since she was soaking wet, in the middle of a vast, empty beach,
staring at a vast, empty ocean. And it
was cold.
She
didn’t care.
didn’t care.
The
time-traveler took a look around. She
was small-statured, petite; her face was wan and pale, but sprite-like. This impression was reinforced by her unusual
eyes: greenish-blue and large, almost too large for her face, with a curious
luminosity in them. Those eyes were
haunted by desolation as she viewed her surroundings. There wasn’t much to see. It was some unknown coastal plain. She was somewhere in the past—but where? When the girl had decided—decided?
No. I didn’t decide. I had no
choice, none at all—to come here, she’d known only that it would be in a
time long gone. For all she knew, she
was very far from civilization. For all
she knew, there wasn’t any.
time-traveler took a look around. She
was small-statured, petite; her face was wan and pale, but sprite-like. This impression was reinforced by her unusual
eyes: greenish-blue and large, almost too large for her face, with a curious
luminosity in them. Those eyes were
haunted by desolation as she viewed her surroundings. There wasn’t much to see. It was some unknown coastal plain. She was somewhere in the past—but where? When the girl had decided—decided?
No. I didn’t decide. I had no
choice, none at all—to come here, she’d known only that it would be in a
time long gone. For all she knew, she
was very far from civilization. For all
she knew, there wasn’t any.
But
the girl didn’t really care about that, either.
the girl didn’t really care about that, either.
She
tried to be angry with herself. Damn you, Karissa, you’d better care! Can’t you fucking remember WHY YOU CAME
HERE?!
tried to be angry with herself. Damn you, Karissa, you’d better care! Can’t you fucking remember WHY YOU CAME
HERE?!
Of
course Karissa remembered. How could she
forget that? To find him. Him. To see him, to hear him, to touch
him—alive. And even now, after
traveling all this way, it seemed an impossible dream. He was dead.
Death was irrefutable, relentless.
He was dead. And I’m insane, thinking I can resurrect him.
course Karissa remembered. How could she
forget that? To find him. Him. To see him, to hear him, to touch
him—alive. And even now, after
traveling all this way, it seemed an impossible dream. He was dead.
Death was irrefutable, relentless.
He was dead. And I’m insane, thinking I can resurrect him.
It
had been a long time since the girl Karissa had cared about anything. Or maybe it only seemed like a long
time? A long time since she’d felt any
tingle of life within her. Or even
outside of her. Karissa was soaking wet,
and freezing, and would very likely die of exposure if she didn’t find shelter. But instead of worrying about that, she
looked up. The sky was a slab of stone:
grey, cold, and opaque; as if the sun had never broken through, and or ever
could.
had been a long time since the girl Karissa had cared about anything. Or maybe it only seemed like a long
time? A long time since she’d felt any
tingle of life within her. Or even
outside of her. Karissa was soaking wet,
and freezing, and would very likely die of exposure if she didn’t find shelter. But instead of worrying about that, she
looked up. The sky was a slab of stone:
grey, cold, and opaque; as if the sun had never broken through, and or ever
could.
But
it hardly mattered what Karissa did or didn’t feel. This was where she was and this was where
she’d stay. And she wouldn’t allow
herself to die. She could’ve done that
long ago—very easily—when he died.
But a cruel, implacable fact, and then a small ray of hope, had kept her
from doing so. And then had brought her here.
To this strange land.
it hardly mattered what Karissa did or didn’t feel. This was where she was and this was where
she’d stay. And she wouldn’t allow
herself to die. She could’ve done that
long ago—very easily—when he died.
But a cruel, implacable fact, and then a small ray of hope, had kept her
from doing so. And then had brought her here.
To this strange land.
But
Karissa could feel none of that hope now.
She didn’t know why. She remembered
feeling hope. Hope that she’d find what
it was she’d lost.
Karissa could feel none of that hope now.
She didn’t know why. She remembered
feeling hope. Hope that she’d find what
it was she’d lost.
How
long ago was that?
long ago was that?
Long ago? You really are a know-not. Don t use that phrase anymore. You re in the past now. It is
long ago!
That hasn’t even happened yet. For some reason, that realization gave her a
shred of comfort. To be in a time where
that had not happened yet. Don t think
of that anymore. Forget about that. Now you don t have to pretend it didn’t
happen. Because it really hasn’t! It seemed a small ray of sun was breaking
through the stone sky. That was no longer a reality. That, which had made her life, her world, and
her own time unbearably hateful to her.
long ago!
That hasn’t even happened yet. For some reason, that realization gave her a
shred of comfort. To be in a time where
that had not happened yet. Don t think
of that anymore. Forget about that. Now you don t have to pretend it didn’t
happen. Because it really hasn’t! It seemed a small ray of sun was breaking
through the stone sky. That was no longer a reality. That, which had made her life, her world, and
her own time unbearably hateful to her.
Her
own time.
own time.
The twenty-first century isn’t your time
anymore, so just forget about that, too.
This place might not be much, but it’s your home now.
anymore, so just forget about that, too.
This place might not be much, but it’s your home now.
Her
name was Karissa Sheffield. She was
twenty-six. She’d come here, a stranger
in a strange land, because she’d lost someone, and she’d come here, to this
strange land, to another world, to find him again.
name was Karissa Sheffield. She was
twenty-six. She’d come here, a stranger
in a strange land, because she’d lost someone, and she’d come here, to this
strange land, to another world, to find him again.
And
she wasn’t getting anything accomplished standing, freezing, and dripping here
on this beach.
she wasn’t getting anything accomplished standing, freezing, and dripping here
on this beach.
********
Karissa
absently pushed her dampened auburn hair out of her face and began to walk
across the wet sand, crossing her arms over the soaking brown cloak she was
wearing, and heading toward whatever was beyond the coast of this land. So far it was no different than any beach
she’d ever seen.
absently pushed her dampened auburn hair out of her face and began to walk
across the wet sand, crossing her arms over the soaking brown cloak she was
wearing, and heading toward whatever was beyond the coast of this land. So far it was no different than any beach
she’d ever seen.
She’d
walked perhaps twenty minutes when she smelled smoke. She walked another two minutes and heard
voices. Her hand went into her cloak
pocket. She’d known how imprudent it
would be to bring anything from the twenty-first century with her, but she had
brought two things for protection, imprudent or not. After all, this was a primitive time, and she
was a woman alone. She’d also had to
bring two other things, which she could
never let anyone see.
walked perhaps twenty minutes when she smelled smoke. She walked another two minutes and heard
voices. Her hand went into her cloak
pocket. She’d known how imprudent it
would be to bring anything from the twenty-first century with her, but she had
brought two things for protection, imprudent or not. After all, this was a primitive time, and she
was a woman alone. She’d also had to
bring two other things, which she could
never let anyone see.
Taking
about a half a dozen more careful steps, she came upon a little camp. A man and woman were sitting in what looked
like a large tent, made clearly of sticks and animal skins. The woman was sitting in the tent, and the
man was piling wood on the sand, feeding the small fire he had going.
about a half a dozen more careful steps, she came upon a little camp. A man and woman were sitting in what looked
like a large tent, made clearly of sticks and animal skins. The woman was sitting in the tent, and the
man was piling wood on the sand, feeding the small fire he had going.
Karissa
stood there looking at them for a long while, trying to muster up the courage to
speak to them. She wasn’t usually shy by
nature, but she was a stranger here, in more ways than one. The man was completely absorbed in building
his fire. The woman—his wife?—had
her eyes closed. Her lips were
moving. As Karissa stood trying to figure
out if the woman was talking in her sleep or just plain schizo, the woman’s
eyes suddenly opened and saw her.
stood there looking at them for a long while, trying to muster up the courage to
speak to them. She wasn’t usually shy by
nature, but she was a stranger here, in more ways than one. The man was completely absorbed in building
his fire. The woman—his wife?—had
her eyes closed. Her lips were
moving. As Karissa stood trying to figure
out if the woman was talking in her sleep or just plain schizo, the woman’s
eyes suddenly opened and saw her.
About the Author:
I was born Lori Michelle Gasser in
Nashville, TN, where I’ve lived most of my life. I was born on December 21—the first day of winter and the
last day of Sagittarius—in the year of our Lord 1972.
I’ve always had a passion—even an outright obsession—with
books, both in the reading and the writing of them. I am now a
42-year-old bachelorette Aspie (nickname for someone with Asperger’s syndrome)
who lives with my two cats.
Nashville, TN, where I’ve lived most of my life. I was born on December 21—the first day of winter and the
last day of Sagittarius—in the year of our Lord 1972.
I’ve always had a passion—even an outright obsession—with
books, both in the reading and the writing of them. I am now a
42-year-old bachelorette Aspie (nickname for someone with Asperger’s syndrome)
who lives with my two cats.
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I am not a fan of time travel stories, so I don't think this is a book for me, but I do like the cover. It's very different and it fits the blurb.
To be honest.. I can't remember reading a book about time traveling. So I'm not sure what I would think about it. The cover definitely works! 😉