Friday, January 25, 2013

Touching Evil by Amber Garr Blog Tour!!


Touching Evil (Leila Marx, #1)
Blurb~
With one touch, Leila can see it all.

Leila Marx is trying to put her life back together after her fiancé is murdered. When Detective Garrick Pearson enlists her help with a difficult case, she is thankful for the distraction and the opportunity to use her talents as a touch clairvoyant. Leila and Garrick delve into the mystery behind a series of missing teenage girls and mummified corpses while discovering their own growing attraction to each other.

Conner Hoffman is an intriguing lawyer and striking half-demon who enters Leila’s life unexpectedly. Although her visions are terrifying, she is fascinated by his charm and his legacy. When it becomes evident that the murders are linked to a paranormal event, Conner introduces Leila to a world unbeknownst to ordinary society. She suddenly finds herself immersed in supernatural politics, sorcery, and danger as she becomes the killer’s next target.

Staying alive will mean relying on friends, accepting the unbelievable, and trusting in her heart again
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Tifferz Take~

Touching Evil is a intriguing mystery that captured my interest and held it till I read the last word. It totally exceeded my expectations. I was thrilled  that we get to meet mediums, fae , vampires, a werewolf,  some sorcerers, witches, clairvoyants, and cambions throughout Touching Evil. I really liked that each character was important and unique. I enjoyed how I kept guessing who was kidnapping the girls and  how the story progressed. I like how Leila uses her gift ~that when she touches someone or something  she gets impressions from them~ Leila helps others and I found her act of selflessness endearing. 
I found Conner and Garrett excellent helping Leila heal her heart. I was okay with the ending but my mind is still filled with questions. I am thirsting for more.

I honestly think I am becoming obsessed with this series as I just finished the book I find myself really wanting to read it again and again. I can't stop thinking or talking about it. I sure hope Ms. Garr is currently working on book two and is almost done so I can read it!! This is a MUST READ series. 

Just FYI~ This does contain some violence and a few swear words.

Source~ Blog Tour

You can pick up the kindle book here 

you can pick up the paperback here



Excerpt~

Elise and Gallus marched back into the room. An undersized old-fashioned doctor’s bag dangled in Elise’s hands. Made of aged leather, it had two small handles and a tension opening with a gold clasp. I felt pretty sure they didn’t make those anymore, so I wondered if this was a family heirloom. She dropped it onto the table on the opposite end from King.
“Okay. I don’t know if this is going to work, but perhaps with all of the magic and supernaturals in here tonight, we’ll get lucky.” Her voice had taken on a professional tone and I became instantly drawn into her show. “Just let me get set up.”
The bag opened with a snap and she began to pull out several objects. The first was a candle wrapped in black velvet. The large red cylinder must have consumed most of the space in the bag. She smoothed the velvet piece out on the table and placed the candle in the center directly in front of her. Next, she pulled out some type of dried herb that may have been sage, but really it could have been anything- I was no expert. Surprisingly, the only other object she collected was a lighter and after placing the bag on the floor, she lit the candle and the dried plant material.
Taking a deep breath in, she closed her eyes. I found myself doing the same although I couldn’t keep them closed for very long in fear that I would miss my first séance ever. She stayed in this trancelike stage for several minutes. Slowly breathing in and out, hardly moving at all. When she began to speak, it was quickly evident to me that she wasn’t talking to anyone in the room.
“Thank you for coming.” Pause. “Yes, I need your guidance tonight.” She shook her head. “Not going to happen no matter how many times you ask.”
The one-way conversation proved difficult to follow, but I think we understood well enough. Apparently she was asking someone for help. I remember she spoke about the spirit guides in the cemetery, so I assumed that one of them was the object of her exchange.
“No, I don’t have a name,” she explained to the empty space above the table.
“Miranda Jefferson,” Terez interrupted. Elise looked over sharply at her and then gave a curt nod.
“You heard her. Miranda Jefferson. Buried at Louden Cemetery, section 15, plot 84.” There was another pregnant pause. “No I don’t have a date.” But she looked questionably at Terez who shook her head. “No. No date of death.”
Another pause. Elise rolled her eyes in frustration. “Can you help me or not?” She quickly turned to look behind Gallus who stood at her side. “George,” she said in disgust. “I’m not having this conversation again. You’re dead, he’s not. End of discussion.”
Gallus looked over his shoulders uneasily as Elise continued arguing with the spirit. “He’s not dead dead.” She faced the candle again and snapped, “Well, at least he has a body.”



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About the Author


 Amber Garr spends her days conducting scientific experiments and wondering if her next door neighbor is secretly a vampire.  Born in Pennsylvania, she lives in Florida with her husband and their furry kids.  Her childhood imaginary friend was a witch, Halloween is sacred, and she is certain that she has a supernatural sense of smell.  She writes both adult and young adult urban fantasies and when not obsessing over the unknown, she can be found dancing, reading, or enjoying a good movie.

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4 comments:

  1. Thank you so much for your kind review and for being a part of my tour Tifferz! :)

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  2. I cant wait to read this book. it sounds really good. Tore923@aol.com

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  3. You are welcome Amber! Tore I hope you enjoy the book!

    Cheers,
    Tifferz

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  4. Hi Tifferz,

    thanks so much fro posting..:D

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