What Kills Me blog tour w giveaway

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Hello my lovely followers!! Today I’ve got a real treat for you. I’m so excited to be part of this blog tour!! First, forgive me for any typos or non working links! I’m trying to put the finishing touches on this post as Hurricane/tropical storm Isaac blows! I’ll lose Internet with my electricity soon so I’m trying to hurry 🙂 please let me know if there are any discrepancies! But now ON TO THE GOODIES!!

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What Kills Me
An ancient prophecy warns of a girl destined to cause the extinction of the vampire race.
So when 17-year-old Axelia falls into a sacred well filled with blood and emerges a vampire, the immortal empire believes she is this legendary destroyer. Hunted by soldiers and mercenaries, Axelia and her reluctant ally, the vampire bladesmith Lucas, must battle to survive.
How will she convince the empire that she is just an innocent teenager-turned bloodsucker and not a creature of destruction? And if she cannot, can a vampire who is afraid of bugs summon the courage to fight a nation of immortals?

Here’s an excerpt to help you get interested!
A human girl will be re-born a vampire. She will shed the blood of all who walk in darkness and bring about the death of the entire vampire race.
—Ancient vampire prophecy
Chapter 1
The sun’s down. I am so dead.
I walked out of the bakery with a box of cannoli balanced in my hands and when I saw the dark sky, my smile faded. I shouldered my way through the crowds and rushed into a piazza. The clock on the church tower read 9:25 p.m. I rounded the fountain in the center of the square, my flip flops slapping at my heels. I shifted my box of pastries so that it was under my arm like a football and quickened my pace.
Sofia is going to kill me. When I left the house at 7:30 p.m., I had told her that I’d be only twenty minutes. But I’d lost track of time wandering the narrow cobblestone streets, snapping pictures. So far, I wasn’t being a good guest in her home. Two days ago, I had accidentally used dishwasher soap in her laundry machine, producing a titanic bubble bath. This was not the way to redeem myself.
A few people sat on the stone stairs around the fountain. A bearded man plucked at a guitar and nodded his head. A woman reclined against her boyfriend, her hands on his knees as if they were the arms of a chair.
One young man stood alone on the top of the stairs. His hands were in the pockets of a charcoal coat with an asymmetrical zipper that cut across his chest. His face was backlit against the street lamps, but I knew that he was staring at me. He had such rigid posture that nothing but his head moved as he watched me cross the square.
I dropped my gaze. The straps of my backpack dug into my shoulders and shifted my T-shirt. I tugged at the hem so that the Canadian flag was centered in the middle of my chest. He probably wants to rob me. My father had warned me about pickpockets in Rome. A few days before my trip, he had come into my room with a bulgy blue fanny pack: “To keep your valuables safe.”
From the corner of my eye I could still see the man’s face pointed in my direction, and I heard my best friend’s voice in my head. Zee, he’s checking you out. See if he’s hot. Ryka had encouraged me to have a summer fling. The only fling I’d ever had with a guy was when Felix Lewis flung me in the air during cheerleading tryouts. “Find someone and have fun,” but avoid the bad guys, she had said. She wanted me to keep my other valuables safe.
Pretending to look back at the clock, I glanced at the fountain. The guy was gone. I searched the piazza but didn’t see him. Too bad. He might have been cute. Would his trying to pick my back pocket count as second base?
I turned down a lane sandwiched between two square buildings and wove through a group of men in soccer jerseys. An old man in an undershirt and house slippers stood in the street with a dusty poodle, and I returned his sullen glare with a smile and a nod.
After walking several minutes, something seemed wrong. Okay, I remember passing this restaurant with the row of people eating on white linen tablecloths under white umbrellas. I remember this tight street with the parked cars on my left. But I don’t remember the street opening into a parking lot and this giant purple bush.
A mass of fuchsia flowers cascaded down the side of a building, like a purple monster arm, reaching for the ground with its branchy fingers. I would have remembered this. I doubled back through the dim streets but then couldn’t find my way to the piazza. Don’t panic.
I took a mental inventory of the contents of my bag: a journal, my wallet, my passport, my digital camera, a bottle of water. Of course, I didn’t take the note card with Sofia’s address and phone number on it. It’s on my dresser. Of course, I didn’t take a map. I could see Sofia’s round face, scrunched with disapproval, the creases on her frowning forehead. I performed a frustrated pirouette.
“Come on,” I said, exasperated with myself.
“Excuse me?” A voice said behind me.
I spun around, and there he was in the middle of the road. The guy from the fountain. I recognized his jacket and his tall, stiff stance.
“Sorry. I was talking to myself,” I said.
He took a step toward me and his face shocked me. He had high cheek bones and clean-shaven, pale skin. His deep-set blue eyes were in shadow under thick, dark eyebrows, but they were luminous.
I realized then that I was staring with my mouth ajar.
“You’re American?” he asked in his Italian accent.
“No, I’m from Winnipeg. It’s in Canada,” I said, pointing to my T-shirt. I glanced away, feeling weird that I had just directed his attention to my chest.
He nodded. “You are on vacation?”
“I’m living here for two months studying Italian.”
“Well then, welcome to Italia,” he said, and his pale pink lips smiled. “Do you like it here?”
“I’ve only been here for about a week and I love it.”
“What do you love most?” The word, “lah-ve,” filled his mouth thickly.
“I love the architecture, the food,” I said. “If I could eat gelato every day for the rest of my life, I would.”
“Then you must be sweet.”
His smile widened and I felt embarrassed. To quash my anxiety, I thrust my hand at him. “I’m Zee,” I said.
He seemed startled, tucking in his dimpled chin to gaze at my hand. “Zee?”
“My name is Axelia but everybody calls me Zee.”
“Paolo,” he said.
He slipped his smooth, cool hand into mine. I gripped his palm and shook it vigorously.
“Eggs-ee-lee-ah?” he said, pronouncing every syllable of my name. “I like it.”
“Thanks. I like it too. It’s spelled A-X-E-L-I-A; but the X is soft. Though I hated it when I was young. In kindergarten, someone spread a totally untrue rumor that ‘Zee likes pee,’ and then, you know, at recess, it was always ‘Zee likes pee, Zee likes pee.’”
I laughed and when he didn’t join me, I cleared my throat to silence myself. “And I have no clue why I told you that story, since we just met.”
Oh, Zee. Always babbling when you’re nervous.
He cocked his head and studied my face. “Zee, would you like to go with me for a gelato?” he asked.
Whoa. Is this beautiful guy asking me out? Ryka would be celebrating with corniness: “He doesn’t want to steal your wallet. He wants to steal your heart.”
“Uh, thank you, Paolo,” I said, relishing the opportunity to use his name. “But I actually need to get home.”
“Where do you live?”
“Good question. I mean, I’m not sure. I’m a bit lost,” I said with a shrug and something in between a grin and a grimace. “It’s on a narrow street around here. There’s a café on the street. There’s a pizzeria. I know—every narrow street has a café and a pizzeria. And I don’t have a map or an address. I might just have to live on the streets, survive on cannoli, and sing for coins.”
“You sing?”
“Yes but I’m sure people will pay me to stop.”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I will help you.”
“Oh, I remember!” I exclaimed. “There’s a white church on my street.”
“Via della Scala has a white church,” he said. “And a café and a pizzeria.”
“Via della Scala, that’s it!” I said.
He put his hand over his heart and bowed slightly. “May I have the honor of walking you there, Zee?”
“That would be lovely.”
As we walked back to Sofia’s apartment, I chattered to fill the silence. I told him about the laundry fiasco and about my Japanese housemate, Miyuki. At one point, I realized that I was nervously swinging the box of cannoli while I walked. Paolo kept his eyes on me while I looked everywhere else. His suede coat sleeve would brush my bare arm, giving me goose bumps.
“How old are you?” I said.
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
“Me too,” he replied.
“I start university in the fall. I’m going to take general arts courses for now because I’m not sure what field I’d like to get into. My father’s an aerospace engineer and my big sister is studying mechanical engineering. But I almost failed physics and math in high school. So for the safety of mankind, I don’t think I should get a job building anything. I love taking pictures so maybe I could be a photographer. What do you do?”
“I’m a student.”
“What are you studying?”
“I’m a student of life,” he said. He pursed his lips when he smiled.
Was that code for unemployed?
“I see,” I said, instead. “And what have you learned so far?”
“I’ve learned that treasures present themselves when you least expect them,” he said. “And you? What has your life taught you?”
“That I shouldn’t walk around without a map,” I said. “And that dish soap doesn’t go in washers. Actually, I’m here because I want more life experience. I feel like I’ve been pretty sheltered in Winnipeg.”
“I’ve never been there. Is it nice?”
“Yes, but it gets cold.”
“Cold doesn’t bother me.”
“This cold would. Our winters are brutal. It’s so cold sometimes that my eyes water and then my wet eyelashes freeze together.”
He chuckled. His teeth were small and perfect. For a moment, I imagined walking with him through these streets, laughing and holding hands. I imagined him teaching me Italian. I imagined him kissing me. Then I could add “kissed a hot guy” to my experiences, right after “traveled outside of Winnipeg.”
Suddenly I recognized the square planters in front of Sofia’s apartment farther down the street.
“Thank God, we’ve found it!” I blurted. Then I turned to Paolo. “I didn’t mean thank God because I don’t like your company. You’re wonderful company in fact.”
“I also enjoyed your company.”
“Thank you so much. I owe you my life for helping me get back to Sofia’s.”
One side of his lips curled up. “Then repay me,” he said.
“Okay.” I channeled Ryka’s boldness. “I could buy you a gelato?”
“Yes. Let’s meet tomorrow at nine fifteen.”
“Where?” I asked. I could feel my cheeks flushing.
“Right here,” he said, pointing to the pizzeria to his left.
“Done,” I said. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Goodnight, Zee.”
“Goodnight, Paolo.”

Where to purchase What Kills Me:
Amazon US
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Wynne Channing

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Wynne Channing is an award-winning national newspaper reporter and young adult novelist. She loves telling stories and as a journalist, she has interviewed everyone from Daniel Radcliffe and Hugh Jackman to the president of the Maldives and Duchess Sarah Ferguson. The closest she has come to interviewing a vampire is sitting down with True Blood’s Alexander Skarsgard (he didn’t bite). She briefly considered calling her debut novel “Well” so then everyone would say: “Well written by Wynne Channing.”

Where to find Wynne:
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my review:
So, I normally shy away from Vampire stories. Yeah, I know, WTF is wrong with me! Not loving vampires. Lol BUT I LOVE THE COVER!!! But the schedule was already full, so I was a lil sad to miss it! AND THEN… My lovely ladies from Dark Mind Book Tours sent me a rush email saying a spot had opened last minute-for whatever reason, and I said HELL TO THE YEAH!!! And my quote of this book…

“Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!!!” I mean, I was SOLD when the blurb said a girl would become a vampire and destroy all the vampire race… This is a FANTASTIC twist. It actually follows a mythological/religious way of becoming a vampire. There are no random “turnings”. UNTIL! Until Zee… I LOVE HER NAME!!

Zee’s life becomes absolute chaos upon waking a vampire, which she doesn’t believe she is. And then after a very narrow escape of her newly undead life she meets Lucas… I will say this poor girl holds a lot of guilt. A lot of people are dying around her, and being the good soul she is, feels the burden.

I will say I didn’t fall head over heels over Lucas…. Until the “hot springs” incident, which is well after half of the book starts. I thought he was a major jerk. And then he grew on me. AND NOW I LOVE HIM!!! He’s actually a very well developed and written character 🙂

Zee is my favorite kinda heroine. Because she isn’t one. She’s scared, she’s not super-well, at first anyways- she’s actually the good cautious rule following girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly. How can people think she will destroy a whole race. She’s humble, and then all of a sudden she is kick ass, because she has to be to survive!

This story weaved me through a web of action, face paced awesomeness. Way to put something fresh on the vampires! It’s written beautifully and I look forward to more from this author. I’m not sure if this story is going to be part of a series, as it is written like a stand alone, but if it does- HURRY AND GIMME NUMBER 2!! 🙂

4.5 PAWS FROM ME!

GIVEAWAYS

First, the hosting site has A BIG GIVEAWAY!! You should Go HERE to enter!! THIS GIVEAWAY IS INTERNATIONAL!

My giveaway is this…

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To enter, please leave me a nice comment about this post! This giveaway is FOR US AND CANADA! The ebook will be digitally sent and the beautiful book mark will be shipped. 🙂 everyone thank Ms Wynne for that awesomeness!! 🙂

I’m trying to stay safe, I hope you guys liked today’s post, and I want you to know that I’ll update with photos after all the storm is gone 🙂 thanks for your well wishes, and good luck!!! Happy reading and later gators!! 🙂

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27 thoughts on “What Kills Me blog tour w giveaway

  1. Thank you for the amazing review! I’m working on the sequel now 🙂 Stay safe.

  2. Kassandra Fuentes says:

    Thank you so much for the AMAZING excerpt! I just really want to read it, and the cover is just GORGEOUS :D! Also, thanks for the giveaway :).

  3. Sherlyn says:

    I enjoyed your review and thank you for posting an excerpt as well as having this international giveaway!! (:

  4. DeeDee Griffin says:

    I’m really excited to read this one! I love the names Zee and Paolo. Anyone named Paolo has to be sexy – the name implies it 🙂
    deedee [at] grifmail [dot] com

  5. Tom Winship says:

    Excellent review, Mags! I’m so glad you made a little time for vampires. 🙂

    • magluvsya03 says:

      Hahaha mr Tom!! You know your vampires are EXTRA SPECIAL!! Lol and thank you! And CONGRATS on the bloggy awards!! I’m voting for you!!!

      • Tom Winship says:

        Thank you. I nominated you for Nicest Blogger. I can’t believe you didn’t make it. Nevertheless, you have my vote, anyway!

      • magluvsya03 says:

        Hahaha thanks 🙂 but I keep telling you I’m really not that nice… Muwahahahaha giggle 🙂 I am nice, I’m just a Cajun country girl which can contradict that at times lol and your vote means the world to me 🙂

  6. S.A. says:

    What!? You mean you didn’t like blood suckers until now? Mags, I’m shocked! You know I love me some vampires! lol

    I’ve read the reviews, and this book looks very promising. I think I’m ready for a unique vampire story (one that doesn’t kill cats…I’m sure you know which book I’m talking about). lol Once again, if you jump up and down about a book, I know I’m going to love it. 😉

    BTW, I was bummed that you weren’t on the list for nicest blogger or most helpful. I mean seriously!? You are my favorite blogger. I’ve even told my little sis to start following you. 😀

    • magluvsya03 says:

      Awwwww!!!! I do lots of ya reviews too 🙂 tell your sister hello, but then she’ll be competing with you for prizes lol
      As for the vamps, my inner wolf has issues hahahahaha but I do make some exceptions… Unless they sparkle!! HA!!

      And NO MORE CAT KILLING–Bubba…. BUT I DO LOVE HIM!!! Lol 🙂 I’m a little torn with him 🙂

      • S.A. says:

        I’m totally cool with little sis competing with me for books. If she ever gets her butt on here and comments, you’ll see we’re both kooky and say off-the-wall stuff! It must be that Midwest upbringing or something! Mwahahahaha!

        BTW, Bubba is hilarious even though he does kill cats. I looked at him as not being bright enough to know any better. Lokee from Blood Life is a different story. Bastard!!

      • magluvsya03 says:

        Oh yeah!!! Lol I do love bubba! And honey, I’m from south Louisiana we’re ALL nuts hahahahaha

  7. Nikki says:

    I saw this a while back and loved the cover and now that I know you enjoyed it I wanna really read it! Stay safe in all of the insanity lady. Suggle those pets and give them some smooches from me!

  8. bn100 says:

    Nice review and excerpt. Sounds like a good book.

  9. Jean S. says:

    This one does sound good. I really wish Ms. Channing had named the book Well though. Hahaha. She briefly considered calling her debut novel “Well” so then everyone would say: “Well written by Wynne Channing.” Awesome!

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