Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Cover reveal for Evanescent (A Broken Novel Book two) by Carlyle Labuschagne

Title: Evanescent  A Broken Novel Book two 
Author: Carlyle Labuschagne
Genre: Dystopian. Science- Fiction. YA
Release Date: November 2013
Publishers: Sensational Publications
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours

Her fall has just begun. Only his touch can save her from the shift that could destroy it all.

Within my blood runs a thing our kind calls The Shadowing Disease. It shadows over, and bends everything to its will. When the first blood- shift came, it tore through flesh and blood, threatening to bend me, break bone, shatter my mind and entrap my heart with its honeyed, seductive poison. It came with vicious intent, moving my thoughts and altering me forever. The shift has caused a rift within me. No one was safe when it entrapped me in its claws of foul lust. But I have the only antidote against the evil that becomes me – his touch alone has the power to release the spurs of sweet darkness that clung on for dear life. I knew what I had to do; the desperation pulled my mind with the deep determination of a hungry predator. But by the time the revelation raised me from the dark dungeon of my bounds – it might have been too late.

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16211604-evanescent
Only his touch can save her from the shift that could destroy it all http://www.carlylelabuschagne.com/evanescent.html ~ Evanescent A Broken Novel
Cover reveal - Events page for giveaways: https://www.facebook.com/events/371056329687183/

Author Bio
Carlyle Labuschagne is a South African Debut Author working her way into the hearts of international readers with her First Young Adult Dystopian Novel “The Broken Destiny. She is not only an author but works as a Sales Rep and Marketing Manager by day. She holds a diploma in creative writing through the writing school at Collage SA. Loves to swim, fights for the trees, food lover who is driven by her passion for life. Carlyle writes for IU e-magazine India, an inspirational non-profit magazine that aims at inspiring the world through words. The drive behind her author career is healing through words. Carlyle is also the founder of the first annual book drive – Help build a library in Africa project.
“My goal as an Author is to touch people’s lives and help others love their differences and one another.”
A firm believer in - YA saves!


Buy Links for The Broken Destiny


“I know you are there. I can feel you,” I groaned through the darkness.
Silence filled the gloomy room, expanded through the cracks, pushed through thick, gray stone walls, and penetrated the blackness outside.
“You are wasting your time.” But the words escaped in a whisper, my throat so dry it seared.
I felt bruised, inside and out. I tried to lift my body, which seemed to be glued by gravity itself to a cold, hard surface. My wrist stung as I pulled against what felt like barb-wired restraints laced with a poison that left me dizzy. I lay my head back down, trying to catch my breath, sweat clinging to my entire body. A stifling heat choking my vision, my thoughts. The throbbing in my head exploded and rippled through my entire frame. I clenched my teeth, but the pain was too insane to contain. I screamed, and the aching that echoed through my bones, left me icy and shivering. My back lifted and slammed back onto the surface of a metal bed as my breath hit me again. I swore.
“It gets easier with time.” His words filtered through the nothingness inside of me as my heart slowly came back to life.
I swallowed against coals trapped in my throat.
It happened again. The shift was taking me, it ripped and raked over my body. I choked on its blackness.
“Oh, the sin of guilt is an unpleasant thing,” his voice said from right beside me.
I turned my head toward where it was coming from, a tear escaped me. My emotions confined in my esophagus.
“He is going to kill you,” is all I got out, before my eyes closed and I fell into its beckoning midnight.


“Troy?” I called out.
“He’s gone.” A cold voice bounced back.
“What did you do?” I swallowed glass, knowing the man was behind it.
“Oh no, it’s what you did,” he replied, his smug tone sickening.
I tried to lift myself from the hard floor.
“I said, where is Troy?”
“I told you, but for some reason you don’t believe me. He knows what you are, and he is hesitating, wondering if it’s all worth it,” his words like stone grated the inside of my brain to mush.
Liar!” I yelled, pulling against chains.
“You give me way too much credit… Ava.” A slight pause before he said my name, and the way he said it, there was no doubt in my mind who had been responsible for the state I had found myself in.

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