The Chronicles of Kerrigan Blog Tour Part One

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Hey everyone! First I
apologize that today is not like my normal pretty colors. My life
has been a little on the exhaustingly busy and I didn’t have the
extra time to make it pretty, BUT it’s a two-fer. I’ll be showing
you book one today and have book two and the author over tomorrow!
I promise to make that one pretty! 🙂 Now let me get started so you
can see how awesome this series is 🙂 20130222-213017.jpg Rae of Hope The Chronicles of
Kerrigan Book One
W.J. May Genre: Young Adult –
Fantasy (Paranormal, Romance, Suspense) ASIN B00B1NNFR0 Number of
pages: 248 pages Word Count: 81,000 Amazon
Book Description: How hard do you have to shake the family tree to
find the truth about the past? Fifteen year-old Rae Kerrigan never
really knew her family’s history. Her mother and father died when
she was young and it is only when she accepts a scholarship to the
prestigious Guilder Boarding School in England that a mysterious
family secret is revealed. Will the sins of the father be the sins
of the daughter? As Rae struggles with new friends, a new school
and a star-struck forbidden love, she must also face the ultimate
challenge: receive a tattoo on her sixteenth birthday with specific
powers that may bind her to an unspeakable darkness. It’s up to Rae
to undo the dark evil in her family’s past and have a ray of hope
for her future. Book Trailer:
Excerpt: RAE OF HOPE Chapter 1 Guilder
Boarding School “You can’t undo the past. The sins of the father
are the sins of the son, or in this case, daughter.” Uncle Argyle’s
ominous words had echoed in Rae’s head long after he dropped her
off at the airport. “A proverb of truth” he had called it. Who
spoke like that nowadays? Some good-bye. Tightening her ponytail
and futilely trying to tuck her forever-escaping dark curls behind
her ears, she looked at her watch, then out the bus window at the
tree lined countryside. It seemed strange to see the sun. All she
remembered was rain when she had lived in Britain nine years ago.
Trying to get comfortable, Rae tucked her foot up on the seat, and
rested her head against her knee as she looked out at the scenery
flashing by. A sign outside the window showed the miles before the
bus reached Guilder. It’d be another twenty-five minutes. She
popped her ear buds in, blew the bangs away from her forehead and
stared out the window across the rolling farm fields, trying to let
the music from her iPod distract her. It didn’t work. Just when she
felt the tension begin to ease from her shoulders and she started
to get into the song, something caught her eye. Black smoke
billowed just near the top of a lush green hill. Rae stared, her
heart fluttering as an old memory began to take hold. She knew what
that smoke meant. She’d seen it before, long ago. Someone’s house
was burning. Crap, crap crap, no I don’t want to go there. Her
heart started racing and her stomach turned over, making her feel
nauseous. Dropping her knee, she gripped the seat in front of her,
burying her face in her hands taking deep breathes, like the
therapists taught her to do. She’d gone through years of therapy to
treat what had been called “panic attacks”. It didn’t matter what
other people called it. To her, it was simply hell; like being
sucked back in time against her will, to a place she never wanted
to revisit. So she breathed the way she’d been taught, slow breathe
in, all the way, then slow breath out, all the time chanting it’s
not real, it’s not real in her head. It helped calm her racing
heart and made her feel more in control, but it didn’t erase the
memory. Nothing on Earth could do that. Being back in England for
the first time and seeing the strange smoke, Rae felt six years old
all over again. She’d been in the living room coloring with new
markers before bed when her mother told her to take them to the
tree house her dad had built for her and play there until she
called her in. That call never came. The blaze bounced horrific
shadows around the inside of the tree house. The stinky black smoke
slithered in and scared her little six year old self in ways the
monsters under her bed never had. Rae shuddered and lurched
upright, forcefully bringing herself back to the present. Could
this school be any further into the sticks? Glancing around the now
vacant bus, she wondered if the driver had purposely left her until
last. She’d watched the last few people get off at a school about
fifteen minutes ago, Roe-something or other. They all looked the
same, all pretty girls with blonde hair, not one of them thin,
pale, and tall like her. They hadn’t been friendly. Big surprise
there… She was used to it. She tended to fly under the radar at
best. So she handled them the way she always handled the ones who
instantly didn’t like her for no reason she could come up with. Rae
avoided making eye contact and tried to appear immersed in the
Guilder Boarding School brochure. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to
make friends. She’d just never really had any. Most kids her age
either didn’t like her or didn’t notice her. It bugged her that
Uncle Argyle had pushed so hard for her to go when Guilder sent the
letter. He’d been the one to move them all from Scotland to New
York when she’d come to live with them, taking her away from the
horrible tragedy of her parents’ death, and now, he suddenly leapt
at the chance for her to go back? It didn’t make any sense. It sort
of sucked to leave her current high school. She lacked close
friends, but she also lacked enemies, which was a plus in her book.
The girls there seemed just as stuck up as the ones who’d gotten
off the bus earlier, but they’d simply ignored her. Rae always told
herself it didn’t matter anyway. Cliques were so passé in her
opinion. Another weird thing that she couldn’t seem to find an
answer to was why Guilder would choose her? How did they even know
she existed? Her uncle boasted how big a deal it was for her to be
selected, but he’d never once explained how they’d even come to
know about her in the first place. She had the grades, the brain
part always came easy for her, but she didn’t have any
extra-curricular activities at all, nothing to make her stand out.
So, how had this amazing school she’d never heard of before decide
to take her on? It didn’t make any sense. She tried a few times
before she left to corner her uncle and get him to explain part or
all of it, but he’d always seemed to be busy. While this wasn’t
exactly abnormal behavior for him, it still left her with a sense
of foreboding, something that had clung to her ever since she got
the letter. She couldn’t figure out why, but she had a strong sense
that something big was coming. Whether it was good or bad, she
didn’t know. A movement out of the corner of her eye caught her
attention, pulling her mind out of the endless circle of questions
in her head. She turned to look out the window, and was stunned to
see the largest bird she’d ever seen in her life. Maybe an eagle?
The thing flew parallel with the bus, right beside her. Pressing
her face against the cool glass, her gaze focused intently on the
curious sight. She jerked back when its large wings flapped,
brushed the window, and then veered away. She watched its graceful
flight as it soared and then swooped to settle onto the limb of a
large tree just ahead. As the bus passed by, the bird seemed to
lock eyes with Rae and she was mesmerized. Rae had always wondered
what it would feel like to be a bird, to fly so free, go anywhere
the wind took her. She continued to watch the bird until she
couldn’t see it anymore, then slumped back into her seat as the bus
sped onward down the long road. Guilder Boarding School. She gnawed
at the cuticle on her thumbnail a little too hard and ripped the
skin, drawing a wince from her. She couldn’t help it, she always
did this when she was nervous. She’d be the only American girl.
Well, not really American. She held a British passport but had
moved to New York after her parents died in the fire, leaving her
orphaned. So…not really American, not really British; a little of
both, but belonging to neither. The bus cruised by an aged stone
sign. Guilder Boarding School, Founded 1520. One of Britain’s
Finest Educational Institutions. Rae read the sign and wondered how
a school could be that old and not be featured in stories or
online. She found nothing when she tried researching it. They drove
under an old, leaded window arch that connected two round,
red-brick towers. The stream of people coming and going from the
doors at the bottom made her think it must be some kind of office.
She craned her neck to get a better view. The buildings were old
but were well kept and held an almost magical aura of their
original Tudor era. She half expected to see men in tights and
codpieces strutting down the road, leading their horses, with
corseted ladies perched delicately atop them. The mental picture
amused her and she absent-mindedly smiled. Her eyes were drawn to
the ornate, brick chimneys along the buildings’ roofs. She glimpsed
the other buildings beyond. This place looks huge…hope I don’t get
lost. The driver pulled to a halt in front of a building with an
embossed plaque that said “Aumbry House”. The ancient building had
ivy growing all over it. It looked like it was probably older than
Henry VIII, leaving Rae with horrifying visions of chamber pots
dancing in her head. It better have indoor plumbing… The bus door
slid open with a hiss. Rae gathered her two small suitcases and her
book bag, clambered down the aisle and finally, blessedly, off the
bus. “Welcome to Guilder, Ms. Kerrigan.” Rae awkwardly spun around
to face the voice, finding that a tall, thin woman stood on the
concrete steps of the building, her eyes darting left and right,
pausing on Rae for barely more than a few seconds. Rae stared,
wondering where the lady had come from. She wasn’t there a moment
ago. Rae looked at the woman’s long, wool skirt. This might be
England, but today is sweltering. How is she not melting in this
heat? “I am Madame Elpis, your house mistress.” The lady darted
down the large concrete steps, pausing on the last step and, in one
fluid motion, tucked her clip board under an armpit and extended
her hand. The woman’s features reminded Rae of a bird – her
jet-black hair, dark eyes, and especially the jutting nose. Rae
nodded and dropped a suitcase so she could return the handshake,
her fingers crushed by the woman’s claw-like grip. Ow, ow, ow! So
you’re freakishly strong, got it. “Come along. No time for
dilly-dallying.” She turned and marched up the steps, not checking
to see if Rae followed or needed any help with her bags. Huffing
out a breath, Rae grabbed her things and clambered to follow,
hearing the bus driver chuckle as he closed the door behind her.
I’m spending the next two years here? What joy. What freakin’
bliss. Hammering and drilling noises from above greeted Rae as she
came through the entrance. The clamor echoed throughout the
building. “Fifteen and sixteen-year-olds are on the second floor,”
Madame Elpis shouted above the noise. “Your room is the last door
on the left.” She checked the chart she’d been holding under her
arm. “Molly Skye is your roommate. I assume you can find the way.”
The last part was more statement than question. “Thank you,” Rae
replied uncertainly, not knowing what else to say. Madame Elpis
pointed to a door on her left. “The study hall’s through there. The
glass doors lead to the game room. The door to your right is to my
living quarters. You are not permitted there.” She led Rae to the
winding staircase made of black and white marble. “Juniors are on
the second floor, seniors on the third and fourth.” She glanced at
an old pocket watch hanging on a chain around her neck and, if
possible, straightened even more. “Dinner is at five o’clock,
sharp.” She turned, her skirt swirling as she darted into her room,
and with a kick of her boot, slammed the door. Rae exhaled the
breath she hadn’t realize she’d been holding. The banging of
hammers and screeching whine of electric saws reverberated through
the hallway. She was so nervous, the hammering could have been
coming from her heart and she wouldn’t have been able to tell the
difference. Rae took her time up the marble stairs and, once on the
landing, headed left to the end of the hall. Biting the inside of
her cheek, she gave a light knock at the slightly open door and
peered in. Empty. Rae cautiously pushed the door open and surveyed
her new room. Thick, lush brown carpet covered the floor. Two beds,
with matching duvets and tan suede pillows, rested against the
opposing walls. One of which already sat full of half-empty
suitcases. Modern closets with ample space matched perfectly with
the antique desks built into the wall by each oriel window. Rae
inhaled deeply, taking in a mingled sense of fresh paint and the
unique scent of antiques. Finally! It’d been one helluva long day
of traveling. Much of the tension ebbed from her shoulders and she
cracked a smile for the first time in hours. Rae dropped her
suitcases on the uncluttered side of the room. Her roommate, Molly,
must have stepped out halfway through unpacking. Her closet doors
were spread open, with hangers already full of clothes and more
shoes than Rae had owned in her entire life. She’d never been big
on dressing up, but she still knew designer labels when she saw
them and she saw an awful lot of them in that closet. Hopefully,
her roommate didn’t end up being superficial. Rae stood there
wondering how she’d deal with it if she had to room with Guilder’s
Next Super Model. Visions of her roommate stomping up and down the
room in heels practicing her “walk” distracted her. She didn’t hear
the footsteps walking down the hall to the door. “What are you
doing in me room?” Rae jumped and dropped her purse. A fashionably
dressed girl stood in the doorway. She had dark, mahogany red hair,
the kind women paid insane amounts of money to try to copy. Oh
great…well, here we go. “Molly?” Rae swallowed. “I’m your new
roommate.” Molly stared Rae up and down. “You’re Rae Kerrigan? I
pictured someone totally different. You’re not scary at all!” She
laughed as if at some private joke. Scary? Me? What is she talking
about? “Name’s Molly Skye. I’m from Cardiff, in Wales.” She shoved
one of her suitcases onto the floor and dropped into the small,
open space on the bed. Rae watched, confused. Why would anyone
think of her as scary? Because she lived in New York? She had a
terrible premonition of being the odd one out, and school hadn’t
even started yet. “You’re not sixteen, eh? No ta’too?” Molly
pointedly dropped her gaze down to Rae’s waist, as if she expected
Rae to show her something. Tattoo? Rae squinted, trying to listen
closer to Molly’s accent. The way she spoke, some of the words were
hard to make out. Why would she ask if I have a tattoo? “My
birthday’s in three days. It’s going to be so awesome!” Molly
leaned back on her elbows. “When’s yers?” “My birthday? Uh…not ‘til
November.” Straight into the personal info. Okay, I think I know
what my roommate is going to be like. “November? You do have a long
wait.” Molly grimaced and shook her head. “Poor you. You’ll be the
last one inked for sure.” She jumped off the bed. Rae noted the
strange comment, but Molly’s motor-mouth went speeding on, so she
filed it away for examination at a later time. “What’d you think of
our room? Pretty cool, eh? Aside from the construction on the
floors above us.” She shot the ceiling an annoyed look. “I just
talked to one of the workers. He said they finish at four. They
start again at like eight in the morning! Can you believe that? Who
gets up at that time, anyway?” Wow. Molly can talk without pausing
for breath. Rae nodded and tried to keep up. She watched Molly roll
from the balls of her feet to her heels, back and forth
continually. It was a typically nervous gesture that Rae attributed
to meeting new people. Everybody has their issues, but it’s still
surprising, considering how fast she’s talking. “Can you believe we
got invited to Guilder? We’re two of sixteen females within a
landmass of rich, supposedly unattainable, handsome boys.” When Rae
didn’t respond, Molly squinted at her. “You do know why you’re
here, right?” Rae shrugged. Jet lag seemed to be eating her brain
cells. “To be honest, I don’t really know what you mean. I haven’t
been in England since I was six and I know nothing about Guilder.”
Despite numerous Google searches at home and having my nose buried
in the brochure for an hour on the ride here. “You’re not slow or
something, are you?” Rae shook her head slowly wondering if her
talkative new roomie had just insulted her. Molly stared,
scratching her head. “You really don’t know, do you?” She looked up
and to the left, obviously recalling something important. She
straightened, as if quoting some bit of brochure from memory.
“Guilder’s a highly sought after educational institution, but it is
primarily a school for the gifted. People who get to go to Guilder
know why. The rest of the world has no idea!” Rae curled her
fingers tight, her nails digging into her palms. She felt stupid
and also irritated at herself for feeling stupid. It wasn’t
something she wanted to deal with, especially after such a long day
of travel. “What makes us…gifted?” Molly’s eyes grew huge. She
paced the room. “Oh, my… Me da’s never going to believe this. You
seriously don’t know ANYTHING?!” Rae felt her blood pressure
rising. She knew she was tired, confused, and nervous. None of that
it was helping her temper, but she was determined not to lose it on
what amounted to a total stranger. She pressed her lips tight to
stop any snappish comment that might escape. Can’t the ditz just
answer a simple question with a straight answer? Molly swung around
in front of Rae, dramatically squared her shoulders, and put on a
serious face. “When we turn sixteen, we receive our ink blot.”
“What?” “A ta’too.” She leaned forward and whispered, “It gives us
special powers.” Pause…say what? “P-Powers?” Rae tried not to
laugh. Had her uncle sent her to an institution for the insane?
“You’re kidding, right?” Uncle Argyle had told her the experience
would change her life, but hadn’t said how. Rae figured he meant
she’d do some growing up – like a maturity thing. And, of course,
there was that silly proverb. But perhaps he’d mistakenly sent her
off to a giant rubber room. Molly waved a hand. “I’m serious. The
gift is passed down from generation to generation.” She blew out an
exaggerated breath. “Any guy around here who’s sixteen has a ta’too
on the inside of his forearm.” She dragged Rae toward the window
and pointed to the building across from them. “That’s the boys’
dorm. Let’s go outside and walk around. I’ll get one of them to
show you what I mean.” Her eyes dropped down to Rae’s clothes, her
lips pursed tight together. “Do you fancy a quick change before we
go?” Rae laughed, despite her roommate’s serious expression. Molly
definitely was crazy, but she had a point. She’d dressed
comfortably for travel, and even though she wasn’t big on fashion,
even she drew the line at meeting her new classmates looking like a
worked-over hag. She could use some freshening-up. “Yeah, give me a
moment.” “I’m off downstairs to try and find some cute boys. Meet
me outside when you’re ready.” Molly left, still chattering nonstop
with no one in the hall to listen. Rae opened the closest suitcase
and grabbed the first pair of jeans and top within reach. She
hesitated and dug a little deeper into her suitcase. The jeans were
fine, they were new, but a white t-shirt seemed too plain. She
found a pink Converse tank top with ONE STAR written in sparkles.
She pulled out her hair tie, wishing her unruly black curls were
straight like Molly’s perfect hair. She never bothered with makeup
because she had crazy-long eyelashes that mascara seemed to only
want to clomp up against, and almost everything else just made her
look kinda like a sloppy hooker. Keep it simple, that’s what her
aunt had always told her. She settled for lip gloss, and deodorant,
and then grabbed a pair of sandals before tossing her purse under
her pillow. Now, time to find out what Molly’s been babbling on
about, or at least, maybe meet some cute guys. She might be
invisible most of the time, but eye candy was eye-candy, no matter
which side of the Atlantic it was seen on. Once outside, she shaded
her eyes against the bright sunlight with her hand and searched for
her new roommate. Molly stood further down the sidewalk, talking to
a very hot guy with chestnut brown hair, dark eyes and a dimple on
his right cheek. It disappeared when he stopped smiling and began
talking again, making Rae a little sad. She wanted to see that
dimple again. Rae bounded down the steps, and then slowed down,
trying not to appear too excited. She flinched and covered her head
when a loud crashing noise sounded from above, and a large piece of
debris flew down from the fourth floor and landed in the blue bin
beside her. Face burning, she pretended it hadn’t bothered her and
continued walking. Molly and the boy turned to stare in her
direction. Rae heard someone holler from above, but couldn’t make
out what the guy said. Embarrassed by her reaction a moment before,
she ignored the shout and kept walking. Molly’s eyes grew big, her
hands flew to her cheeks and her mouth dropped open. She screamed.
Rae stared as Molly frantically pointed above her head. Rae tipped
her head up. She froze in horror when she saw a huge, severed piece
of wood paneling balanced like a seesaw on the window ledge several
floors above. The wood scraped against the windowsill, and teetered
as if undecided which way it should fall. Oh crap! A gust of hot,
dry wind blew by, knocking the severed beam into final decent. It
spun as it fell and all sound was just gone. Fight or flight. Rae
dropped her gaze, her eyes darted about. The guy beside Molly moved
toward her frozen frame. Everything moved in slow motion except for
the guy running like a freight train. He was greased lightning,
moving faster than anything Rae had ever seen. It didn’t seem
possible for a person to move so fast. And why am I focused on him
when I’m about to be squashed like a bug? 20130222-213145.jpg Dark Nebula The Chronicles of Kerrigan Book Two
W.J. May Genre: Young Adult – Fantasy (Paranormal, Romance,
Suspense) Word count: 85,000 Page count: 265 pages Smashwords
Book Description: Nothing is as it seems anymore. Leery from the
horrifying incident at the end of her first year at Guilder
Boarding School, Rae Kerrigan is determined to learn more about her
new tattoo. Her expectations are high, an easy senior year and a
happy reunion with Devon, the boy she’s not supposed to date. All
hopes of happiness turn into shattered dreams the moment she steps
back on campus. Lies and secrets are everywhere, and a betrayal
cuts Rae deeply. Among her conflicts and enemies, it appears as if
her father is reaching out from beyond the grave to ruin her life.
With no one to trust, Rae doesn’t know where or who to turn to for
help. Has her destiny been written? Or will she become the one
thing she hates the most—her father’s prodigy. Book Trailer –
My Review of Book One: Lets start with this… WHY didn’t I know
about this series before now?! I will use the excuses but I can’t
believe I was missing out! This first book if the series has been
out for a good bit and I’m disappointed in myself for not knowing-
HOWEVER- I’m all pumped because now I get to jump straight into
book two! You will all need to do this as well 🙂 it’s a fantastic
story, and yes the going away to a “special school” has been done
before- including some of my all time favorite books- but I can’t
compare them because it doesn’t feel the same. This book has
different aspects and different characters and a whole different
feel to it. So Rae seems like a normal girl, she may be an orphan
but her family treats her good, but then she has to go this school,
and why I say special, it’s mildly putting it. I loved that as Rae
discovers the truth about her past and family, so do I. It’s also
creepy that EVERYONE ELSE knows but her. But when she finds out the
truth, it totally rocks her world. In going to say that Rae is a
very likable character, she’s smart, she’s determined, and no
matter what everyone else around thinks, she’s a good person. But
boy, do I expect some serious trials ahead for her 😉 Molly is the
coolest kid ever! As Rae’s roomie, she made me laugh and giggle.
She’s definitely a force to reckon with! I loved her! She’s a great
character. And there’s plenty if HAWT pieces to go around. LOL!
Lots of young men and other characters we meet her. I like the way
the author has played out an developed some of these characters.
I’m always a huge fan of secondary characters and there’s a good
bit of very interesting characters here! I think this is a great
start to a series. There’s a little but of everything to go around,
and it’s a perfect blend. It flowed well, and it made me connect!
I’m definitely looking forward to jumping right in to book two and
I know I will enjoy it just as much as I did here! I am gunna say
to anyone who enjoys YA paranormal and like a variety to your
stories, you should definitely go for this one. 5 POWERFUL PAWS!
About the Author: 20130222-212437.jpg Wanita May grew up in the fruit belt of Ontario –
St.Catharines. Crazy-happy childhood, she always has had a vivid
imagination and loads of energy. The youngest of six — four older
brothers, and a sister — taught her at a young age to be
competitive in all aspects of life. At sixteen, she began competing
in athletics (track and field) and before she turned seventeen, she
was representing Canada in high jump. She continued to compete,
breaking Canada’s JR High Jump record (1.92m – 6′ 3 1/2″ for those
metric-ly challenged). She attented University of Toronto, and
Kansas State University – winning CIAU’s and becoming All-American
6x – NCAA Indoors Runner Up + more. But you’re not interested in
her athletic career – unless of course you’re curious to know she
stands 1.70m (5’7″) and has jumped 20cm over her head on more than
one occassion. She’s represented Canada at the World Championships,
World Jrs., won Francophone Games, and loved every minute of every
competition. From the grueling workouts, the crazy weights she
lifted on her back, the days she thought her lungs were going to
spit out of her mouth for lack of oxygen, the travelling around the
world and the opportunity to read – her favourite past time. Wanita
and her husband now run an online business, dealing in antiques and
collectables – particularly jewelry and porcelain. After her father
passed away in 2009, from a six-year battle with cancer (which she
still believes he won the fight against), she began to write again.
A passion she’d loved for years, but realized life was too short to
keep putting it off. She is currently represented by Dawn Dowdle of
Blue Ridge Literary Agency. Wanita is a writer of Young Adult,
Fantasy Fiction and where ever else her little muses take her. Web:
Twitter: @wanitajump Facebook:
I hope you guys enjoyed today and don’t forget to check back
tomorrow for part two!!


4 thoughts on “The Chronicles of Kerrigan Blog Tour Part One

  1. wanitajump says:

    Thanks for the fantastic review and Im SO pumped you enjoyed book I – can’t wait to see what you think of Dark Nebula.. now Im excited for tomorrow 🙂

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