Monday, February 3, 2014
Blor Tour and Giveaway for Unbearable Guilt by Emma Grayson
Unbearable Guilt by Emma Grayson
Release date: February 24th, 2014
Kane Archer hasn’t always been tormented; he hasn’t always hated himself or been full of rage. He hasn’t always lived his life with an overpowering sense of guilt that threatens to destroy him.
There was a time when his life was different. He was optimistic; he smiled and laughed; he loved passionately; he had it all.
Kane was content—until the unthinkable took it all away.
Two and a half years later and still reeling from his fiancée’s death, Kane returns to the one place he vowed he’d never visit again—Camden—with the promise to find the men who killed her and bring them to justice, regardless of the cost.
Emotionally numb, stricken by guilt, and haunted by the events preceding Aimee’s death, the last thing Kane wanted was to meet someone he connected with; someone who made him feel again.
As Kane gets closer to those responsible for Aimee’s death, he is thrown a curveball when he discovers a secret so devastating it rocks his world and threatens to destroy his chance at happiness.
hitney Jareau packed up her life when tragedy struck her family, leaving everything behind. Finally free from the persistent and domineering family that insisted she do the one thing she couldn’t, Whitney found peace in Camden.
Two years later, her family wants her to come home and will stop at nothing to get her there. Wearing her heart on her sleeve for Kane Archer, a man so gorgeous it hurts to see the pain he carries, Whitney fights her family and refuses to return home to carry out their wishes.
Can Whitney stay strong without giving in to the demands of her family?
Can Kane let go of the past and move forward with the woman who brought him back to life?
Or, will he walk away from her and carry the burden of
Next thing he was gone, and I could almost breathe again. As it became easier to breathe, I rolled and pulled myself to my feet, and then looked around to see where the girl was. I saw her a couple of feet away, sitting on the ground with her shirt pulled tightly around her, and her knees to her chest. As I made my way towards her, the sounds of fighting echoed behind me, making me stop in my tracks and look over my shoulder.
I watched as Kane punched the guy across the face and he stumbled backwards. Kane then took a step forward and grabbed the guy, throwing him to the side like it was nothing. The guy fell to the ground and quickly tried to scramble away, but Kane’s boot meeting with his ribs stopped him.
The guy stopped moving, his hand finding the spot where Kane had kicked him. I watched Kane walk over and stand over him. The guy spit, his body jerking to the side to move, but Kane anticipated his move and his foot found the other side of his rib cage. The guy’s painful howl echoed throughout the alleyway.
As I stumbled over to the girl, I noticed Kessel crouched down next to her, making sure she was all right. Ignoring the dizziness in my head and the Jell-O like feeling in my legs, I crouched down next to her.
“You okay, hun?” I asked, hissing in pain as I unzipped my hoodie then wrapped it around her shoulders.
“I think so, h—he didn’t, y—you got here j—just in time,” she croaked out, pulling my hoodie around her tighter.
And thank God.
I closed my eyes and nodded, feeling relieved.
“Thank you, you . . . didn’t have to d—do that.”
“Yes I did.”
I knew I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I hadn’t. If it had been me, and someone had heard and knew I was there, I would have wanted them to save me, and not just leave me there to try and fight him away myself and let the inevitable happen.
“Are you okay?” the girl asked, looking me over.
I nodded, reassuring her. “Yeah, I’m just—ouch, what the hell!” I exclaimed when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.
When I turned, I was met with a pair of dark, blazing green eyes that sliced into me like a knife in butter.
Kane was pissed.
No, he was beyond pissed.
He was furious. If we were in a cartoon, I was sure he’d be foaming from the mouth as steam blew out from his ears.
His grip around my arm tightened, not enough to hurt me, but enough to keep me in place and unable to move away from him.
“What the fuck was that?” he bit out through gritted teeth.
“Kane, I’m fine—”
“Don’t!” he barked. “What the fuck was going through your head that made you think that was a smart idea? What the hell were you thinking?” he asked, glaring at me, his jaw tightly clenched. His eyes were dark and the size of dimes.
“I wasn’t,” I said, pulling my arm free from his grasp. “And stop looking at me like that. There was no other choice, I couldn’t just leave her—I had to do something.”
“You could have been hurt—more than you are,” he said, looking over my face before his eyes dropped down over my body. “Or worse; what if we didn’t get here in time? Then what? Were you just going to roll around on the ground until someone came?”
“I wasn’t worried,” I told him, the cool night air blowing across my bear arms as I crossed them over my chest. “I knew you’d get here like you said.”
“You don’t know that for sure,” he retorted, his angry face inching closer to mine.
As my face moved towards his, I could see his chest heaving up and down like he was fighting to stay in control. “Yes, I do,” I whispered firmly, my eyes dead-set with his.
Neither of us said another word. We just stood a foot apart with our eyes locked, staring each other down.
He was livid. I could see it in his taut body and through his eyes as they blazed back at me, but there was something else there along with the anger, something that I could feel radiating off him and swirling around us like a giant storm cloud.
There was no mistaking it. I knew what fear looked like.
Emma is giving away, 1 Kindle ecopy of Unbeautifully Loved (book 1) & Unbearable Guilt (book2) of per blog stop and a $25 amazon gift card at the end of the tour.