Monday, May 26, 2014

Blog Tour with Excerpt + Giveaway: Reflection Pond by Kacey Vanderkarr @IrresistibleBT @kacimari

Reflection Pond by Kacey Vanderkarr
Series: Reflection Pond #1
Publication date: April 1st, 2014
Genre: Young Adult / Fantasy

Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
Sometimes you find home, sometimes it comes looking for you.

Callie knows a lot more about pain than she does about family. She's never belonged, at least, not until she falls through a portal into her true home. The beautiful faerie city of Eirensae doesn't come free. Callie must find her amulet and bind herself to the city, and most importantly, avoid the Fallen fae who seek her life. Seems like a small price to pay for the family she's always wanted.

Then she meets cynical and gorgeous Rowan, who reads the darkness of her past in her eyes. He becomes Callie's part-time protector and full-time pain in the ass. He has secrets of his own for Callie to unravel. What they don't know is that the future of Eirensae lies with them, and the once peaceful city is about to become a battleground for power.

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Rowan stood in the emerald grass, barefoot, the sun glinting off sweat on his chest. Callie's steps faltered as he lifted a staff, the wood smooth and wrapped with thick leather on each end. He swung, the staff arcing in a great circle over his head that ended with a sharp jab.

She watched, transfixed, as he retrieved the weapon and stretched his neck. Callie's gaze followed the gentle curve where it met his shoulder, and lower, where muscles rippled beneath his skin. Rowan had the body of a dancer, long, lean. And flexible, she thought as his feet flew over his head and he landed in a defensive pose. He pushed his staff in front of him on a horizontal, sliding one foot behind the other for balance. His body was fluid, mercury allowed to slide across a tabletop as he repeated the motion. Rowan was breathing hard when he settled the length of the weapon on his shoulder and flicked hair out of his eyes.

Here is beauty and grace, she thought. There was passion behind the movement, restrained desire. Where he'd learned to fight like that, and worse, had he ever needed to use that knowledge?

Rowan cleared his throat.

Heat filled Callie's face. "What are you doing?" she asked, gathering the length of her hair over one shoulder, realizing how terrible she must look, dirty and hung over. Whereas Rowan, dripping sweat, looked beautiful and all sorts of indecent.

He scratched an exposed hipbone, drawing Callie's eye to the flat expanse of his stomach, the ridges of muscle there. As she watched, dry-mouthed, a bead of sweat dripped from his chest to the waistband of his loose pants and disappeared. Callie couldn't drag her eyes away; they kept going to the little V created by bone and muscle. She wanted to touch him there, see if his skin was as smooth and perfect as it looked. She dug her nails into her palms.


She startled, blush burning hotter. "What are you doing?" she repeated, finally forcing her gaze to his face.

The skin around his eyes crinkled and he lifted one eyebrow. "I said, I'm training."

"With that stick," Callie said, knowing the moment the words left her mouth that they were horribly inaccurate. It wasn't a stick, it was a flowing extension of Rowan's body that he handled with intimate knowledge, as one might know a lover. She waited for the acid of his tongue, and it came, right on cue.

"That stick is a quarterstaff," he muttered, gaze sweeping over her like a touch.

Callie pressed her arms over her stomach, recoiling as the blue goo smeared, cold and sticky, across her skin.

"You look awful," he said.

"Thanks," she said. She suddenly felt okay and was certain it had something to do with the adrenaline rush of watching Rowan train. She imagined learning to move like that, with lightness and confidence. She pointed to the men in the distance, desperate to change the subject. "What's that?"

"Funeral pyre for the prophetess." He came closer, so that Callie could smell the sunshine and sweat on his tan skin, sense the shiver of energy. "After they burn, we scatter the ashes in the river."

Horror clogged Callie's throat as visions of burning bodies filled her mind. It seemed inhumane, barbaric, even. She ripped her eyes from the pyre, so it was behind her. "That's kind of awful."

"It's the way of our people." He tapped the end of his staff against the ground, distractedly.

"So this stick..."


"Quarterstaff," she corrected. "You fight with it?" Callie poked at the stretched leather, intrigued. "Why a staff?"

"For shits and giggles, mostly. Occasionally, I use it to intimidate Ash and unsuspecting humans." His expression sobered. "If you haven't noticed, someone breached our wards and killed the prophetess. We could all use a little more training around here. Eirensae is complacent, has been for a while. The people are weak, but don't listen to me. I'm just the illegitimate, unimprinted idiot. I wouldn't know anything about fighting or strategy. It's not like I've read all the history books in the library." His lips twisted.

Callie digested that. Rowan had read all the history books. She hadn't counted, but there had to be thousands of thick bound volumes in Eirensae's library.

"Will you teach me?" Callie asked, looking up at him. Rowan stood half a foot taller than her, making Callie feel tiny.

"Will I what?" he snapped.

"I want to learn how to fight." Her thoughts went to Elm, to the energy pulsing beneath her skin. Maybe it would help her learn to control it. "If the people that killed the prophetess are after me, at least teach me to protect myself."

Rowan's glare turned wary, and then interested. He sucked his lip inward, deciding, and then blew out a breath. "Fine."

Callie hadn't expected him to agree. "Fine?"

"Fine." He held up a finger. "One condition." She waited, expectant. "Go shower. No way am I touching Willow's puke."

Rest of the Tour
April 28th: Margay Leah Justice (Promotional Post)
April 29th: Coffee Books & Art (Book Excerpt)
April 30th: Endless Reading (Book Excerpt)
May 1st: Zili In The Sky (Guest Post)
May 2nd: Library Mosaic (Promotional Post)
May 5th: The Phantom Paragrapher (Book Excerpt)
May 6th: CJ Mckenzie @ Goodreads (Review)
May 7th: Chelsea's Reading Adventures (Review)
May 8th: Library Mosaic (Book Except)
May 9th: YA Bookaddict (Book Excerpt)
May 12th: Readsalot (Book Excerpt)
May 13th: Chelsea's Reading Adventure (Book Excerpt)
May 14th: Whispered Thoughts (Review)
May 14th: Literary Meandering (Interview)
May 15th: Paradise of Pages (Review)
May 15th: Kristy Centeno (Promotional Post)
May 16th: Margay Leah Justice (Book Excerpt)
May 19th: The Rest Is Still Unwritten (Promotional Post)
May 20th: The Rest Is Still Unwritten (Review)
May 21st: All Things YA and NA (Guest Post)
May 22nd: Lekeisha The Booknerd (Review)
May 27th: Coffee Books & Art (Promotional Post)
May 28th: Wrap-Up

About the Author:
Kacey Vanderkarr is a young adult author. She dabbles in fantasy, romance, and sci-fi, complete with faeries, alternate realities, and the occasional plasma gun. She's known to be annoyingly optimistic and listen to music at the highest decibel. When she's not writing, she coaches winterguard and works as a sonographer. Kacey lives in Michigan, with her husband, son, crazy cat, and two bearded dragons.

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