Saven Deception Book Blitz

I’ve fallen hard for an alien, but he’s harboring secrets.
Massive secrets that threaten the very essence of humanity.
How can I give him my heart when his race plans on taking my future?
Sadie Owens has been slowly dying inside. Bit by bit, piece by piece, day by day. Trapped in a life she hates, she relies on only one person—herself.
Despised by her family and betrayed by an unscrupulous government, Sadie dreams of a different life. When she is chosen to participate in the government’s new social experiment, she is ecstatic at the prospect of spending six months in Thalassic City, the shiny new city under the sea.
Immediately drawn to Logan Chandler, Sadie is captivated by the beautiful boy with the ocean-blue eyes. Logan seems to embody everything that has been forbidden, but he isn’t all he appears to be.
Confused over Logan’s true intentions and concerned when best friend Jenna starts transforming in front of her eyes, Sadie partners with newcomer Jarod in a bid to uncover the government’s real agenda. The truth is more shocking than anything she could ever have imagined.
When Sadie finally understands why the Saven walk among us, will it be too late to save her heart and the human race

 

Hi Guys,

I am back with another awesome Book Blitz organized by Lola’s Book Tours! This book is called Saven Deception by Sibohon Davis. Here you will find some excerpts and a chance to win the book! I cannot wait to read the book and you guys can buy it at anyone of the following places.

Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Goodreads

 

Excerpt 1:

As I approach the next Sector, I’m half-watching the rest of the news on the

screen and half-lost in my obsessive inner monologue, when a hand snags my elbow

and I’m yanked sideways.

I scream as a hand clamps down over my mouth and I’m hauled backward against

a solid form. I’m dragged roughly through a door, my feet trailing the ground in front

of me. Adrenaline surges through my veins, and I twist and turn in my captor’s arms.

“Dammit. Stop squirming. I won’t hurt you,” a gruff male voice says.

Raising my legs in front of me, I swing back and kick him in the shins. He cusses

but his hold doesn’t loosen.

Of course, it doesn’t; a kick in the shins from me is probably akin to a feather-

tickling.

Tugging me down a darkened passageway, he lashes out at something on the

ground, and the sounds of telltale scurrying fill the air. I emit a muffled scream.

“Keep quiet or he’ll find you.”

My frantic breathing echoes in the quiet space.

“I’m going to release you if you promise not to scream. I repeat. I will not hurt you.

Tap my arm in agreement.”

Reaching up, I land my hand briefly on his arm. Bunched tendons strain under my

fingertips.

Slowly, he releases me and I try to get my errant breathing under control. I’m only

short of a full-blown anxiety attack. “I want to show you something. Come on.” He

acts as if he’s my new best friend; as if this is totally normal. Straightening up, I risk a

peek at my captor. Long, shaggy, dark hair falls to his broad shoulders. Warm,

brown eyes meet mine and I swallow, hard. He towers over me.

Then again, most people do.

In my head, I weigh up my chances of a successful escape as my eyes dart to the

door.

“Don’t run.” He astutely assesses the situation. “I promise I won’t hurt you. It’s not

safe to be out there right now. If you follow me, I’ll show you why.”

Biting down on my lip, I’m dubious, but realistic enough to know that I can’t outrun

him.

“This way.”

Wary, I follow him, taking small, tentative steps. The room is large and dark and

visibility is poor. My feet crunch on litter and debris as I walk across the space

toward the window. A damp, squalid smell fills the air, and I slap my hand over my

mouth. A few shapes are huddled over a makeshift fire in the center of the floor.

Hushed voices talk lowly. Intense shuddering rocks my body and I drag in a gulp of

air.

This was a bad, bad idea. I hover uncertainly.

“Look,” my captor says, beckoning me. He stares out the dirty, blackened window.

I inch toward him, careful to keep a reasonable distance. Peeking out, I spot the

black and amber Police Autovee parked across the street. A formidable figure steps

out, clad in the official State Police uniform. His jacket buckles under the myriad of

shiny buttons adorning the front.

“That’s Commissioner Williams,” I acknowledge, recognizing him instantly. His

face is always plastered over the Commi-Reels, and I feel as if I know him on a

personal level. “Why is he in the Outer Circle?” I wrinkle my nose. Few dignitaries

grace our shores for fear of being heckled, mugged, shot, or worse.

“Watch.”

Gulping, I watch the scene unfolding across the pavement. A police officer

appears in the doorframe clutching two clearly frightened young girls. The girls are

flung roughly into the back of the Autovee, and the Commissioner climbs in the front

passenger seat, glancing surreptitiously around him before the door closes. The

vehicle glides away and I slump against the window. Remembering my

surroundings, I flinch back and scrub my hands down my arms.

“What’s going on?” I eyeball my captor.

“I’m not quite sure, but from what I’ve gleaned so far, they show up in one of the

Sectors of the Outer Circle on a nightly basis, and it’s always the same deal. Two

girls taken away from their families. Never to be seen or heard from again. I saw you

walk by and I was afraid they would notice you.”

 

Excerpt 2:

Wide, keen, blue eyes, the color of the ocean, lock on mine, and I forget how to

breathe. He’s tall with fair skin and sleek jet-black hair that falls in waves over his

forehead into his eyes. His expressive mouth parts gently as he notices me staring,

and his lips curve upward.

I know I should look away but I can’t.

It’s as if my eyes are superglued to him.

He is easily the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen. Like. Ever. He redefines “hot.”

They should just list his name underneath. No further explanation needed. He’s

totally all that and more.

Broad shoulders fit snugly under his white shirt, and taut muscles flex in his arm

as he grips a tray. He’s not a muscle-bound freak though, thank God. I don’t like that

“I have boulders in my biceps” look that a lot of guys seem to favor these days.

Although, it’s not surprising really. Being in peak physical shape is important—the

healthier we are, the longer we can work—so the government permits daily gym

sessions. Every factory has a state of the art gym outfitted with the latest equipment.

The guys in Medi-Tech are addicted to training, and they never miss their scheduled

hour. Me? I indulge on the odd occasion, but I’m not a physical kind of girl. Being

slight, I’m afraid to develop muscles, in case I topple over on myself.

I shift from foot to foot and side to side, angling for a look at his lower half. But the

girl in front is an impenetrable barrier to my ogling. I pout in frustration. Our eyes

meet again and now he’s staring at me strangely, a mix of awe, fear, and disbelief

blazing in his eyes.

I’m instantly self-conscious, and heat lands with embarrassing transparency on

my face. I want to look away but I’m transfixed. It’s as if he’s cast a spell on me. He

winks and I practically expire on the spot.
There is a tour wide giveaway for the book blitz of Saven: Deception. Open International. Below are the prizes you can win:
– A kindle e-reader
– The Complete Lux Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
– Signed paperbacks of Saven Deception and Saven Disclosure by Siobhan Davis

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Thanks So much for reading!

<3 Shelby Grace

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