Blog Tour ‘Thirst: Blood To My Blood’ by R.P.Channing

Today I’m excited to participate in the Blog Tour of ‘Thirst:
Blood Of My Blood’ by R.P. Channing. This is a Young Adult Paranormal Romance novel that was
published on November 26th 2015. Find out more about this book here today. 

~ Kira Sutherland
~

After a near fatal accident (and getting cheated on by
her ‘boyfriend’), and beating up the lead cheerleader (with whom the boyfriend
cheated…), and being labeled as
having ‘issues’ in her school because she, uhm, sees ghosts, Kira is left with two choices:

1. Continue her ‘therapy’ (where she’s told the ghost is
a hallucination and also gets her legs ogled too often…)

Or

2. Go to Starkfield
Academy, a boarding school for “Crazies and Convicts” (as the
social media sites call them.)

She chooses the latter…

~ Cory Rand ~

Cory Rand has not had an easy life. His mother died in a
car accident when he was twelve, and so did his mother’s best friend…sort of.
You see, Janice made a promise to take care of Cory just before she died, and
so she lingers. Undead. A ghost that watches out for him.

Brought up in an abusive home, Cory quickly falls into a
life of disreputable behavior. After his third offense (which was prompted by a
girl, as usual – he has a weakness) he’s left with two choices:

1. Be tried as an adult and share a cell with a guy named
Bubba (he thinks…)

Or

2. Go to Starkfield
Academy, which Cory is pretty sure is run by vampires. But, hey, at least
he’ll get an education.

He chooses the latter…

It’s at Starkfield
that Kira meets Cory Rand, a boy with an insatiable Rage who sees ghosts, too.
As well as other things, other things from his past, things that confuse him,
things like fire and witches and demons.

Things he’s always ignored.

Until now.

240 + Pages

With Beautiful Photographs  

This book is available at Amazon US and Amazon UK.

PROLOGUE

-1-

The Puppy Eyes

My life was
perfect.

I had the perfect
shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house.

My nails were
perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was always

windy on Sundays)
and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were a perfect red and my

hair perfectly
straight. My eyeshadow was perfect, my hips were…okay, and my

waist…well…also
okay. Nothing was wrong in my life.

But then there was
Jack.

Jack was a
problem.

He needed to go. I
mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this

endlessly. Somehow,
Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being

stuck between this
life and the next. But just because I found him, does that mean I

needed to keep
him?

I think not!

Sadly, when Jack
got that look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tearducts

worked) look, I
melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew

where he would go
after he died.

Would he, like, die?
As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone, no more? Bye bye,

sayonara, ciao,
hasta la vista baby and all that?

I couldn’t have
that on my conscience. No way.

I lay on my bed,
wondering what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered.

“Jaaaaaaack!”

Still no answer.

“Jack!”

Jack…materialized.

His eyes rolled
down to the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again.

“Jack, I told you
not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.”

His puppy eyes
became worse.

His skin was gray
and, well, dead.

“Oh, brother,” I
said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have

another ‘imaginary
friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of embarrassment. But, like,

really die. Not
like you.” I wondered about this. Would I die? Was Jack a freak

accident, or did
all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries…

The idea excited
me somewhat.

“What would you
have me do, Miss Kira?”

“Knock off the
Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.”

“Yes, Miss Kira.”

The dead. There’s
just no reasoning.

“Fine, Miss Kira
it is then.” Rover barked like a lunatic in the garden. No one

else might be able
to see Jack, but I was sure my dog could.

“I have to do
something about this,” I mumbled.

R. P. Channing started writing three years ago, but never
published anything even after churning out over a million words of fiction. ‘Thirst:
Blood of my Blood’ is the first book he dared to publish. When asked why, he
said, “Because it’s the first thing I wrote that my wife actually enjoyed
reading.” When not hammering away (most literally) at his keyboard, he can be
found buried in a book, reading anything from romance to horror to young adult
to non-fiction to comedy.

For more information about R.P. Channing please visit his
website, or visit him on Twitter and Amazon. 

At the back of the book there is a giveaway link. Once
the book hits fifty reviews on Amazon, one of those reviewers will win a $20
(US Dollars) Amazon Gift Voucher!