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Book Spotlight: Dead Awakenings by Rebekah R. Ganiere

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Evaine, a struggling New York theater student, enters an unsanctioned drug trial in an effort to pay bills.  She awakens in a derelict hospital, chained to a bed with no memory of who she is, or how she got there.  A band of pale skinned men, led by the gorgeous Luca, burst in, whisking her away to safety.

Once at Haven House, Evaine is introduced to The Family. Like them, she has become A Deader, a reanimated Undead.

Luca is hell-bent on stopping the experimentations, and killing those responsible. He has no time for a Newborn who is struggling to control her rages, hunger, and powers. Nor does he have the desire to deal with the feelings she’s awakening within him.

Despite their best efforts, Evaine and Luca find their connection intensifying when suddenly, she remembers not only who she is, but also her fiancé, Tristan; who is still looking for her. 

Torn between her first love and her new heart’s desire, Evaine runs back to Tristan putting everyone in danger. When a rogue faction of Deaders, called Feeders, attempts to kidnap her, Luca suspects Evaine is the key to the experiments.

Can everyone band together to keep Evaine off the cutting table of those she escaped from? Or will second death tear her away from everyone, for good?

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EXCERPT
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She tried to stand but felt a tug in her arm, an IV stuck in her wrist. Needles, she hated needles. Without thinking she pulled the needle out and jumped from the bed, throwing it to the floor. An alarm sounded and the clear fluid leaked onto the linoleum. Luca leaped out of his chair in an instant, switched off the machines, and grabbed her by the arms.

 “Are you all right?” It was more of a demand than a question.

“I don’t like needles.”

He looked at the fluid pooling on the floor and held up her wrist where her IV had been. “Not smart.”

“Yeah, well, like I said, needles aren’t really my thing.” She pulled herself from his grasp and backed toward the wall. All the peace she had seen on his face was gone. All instinct to go to him gone as well. Now she only wanted to be as far away from him as possible. She narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing in here?”

“You’ve been asleep for several days. We weren’t sure if you were ever going to wake up again.”

“Well if you didn’t think I was going to wake up, I ask again, what are you doing here?” She knew her voice sounded harsh, but he’d acted pretty crappy. He’d left for days and then made some heroic entrance to save everyone. She was not impressed.

“Nate wanted me to stay.”

“I see.” Irritation seeped into her words. “Another errand, I suppose. One more chore you have to do?”

“Sort of, yes.”

She huffed and crossed her arms. “Well, why you? I mean you seem pretty busy of late.”

“Because I told them about our strange connection.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Come on. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it when we touch.”

“You mean the electricity thing?”

“That and the mind reading and dream thing.”

“So that isn’t normal then?”

“No, it isn’t normal at all. Of course with you there seem to be several things we’ve never seen before, and that’s only one of them. Anyway, I told them and they thought that maybe I might be able to get you to come around. And I have been trying, for days, but you haven’t heard me.”

“Just doing your job. That’s the only reason you were here checking up on me?” Suddenly she wanted to get this over with. Get it all out in the open once and for all, so that she could tell Ronan that Luca’s only feelings for her were ones of irritation. She wanted to look away, but she defied the impulse and continued to glare at him instead.

He was silent for a long time, as if struggling with something. She tuned into his feelings. He was tired, scared, excited. Finally he broke down, and she felt him resign. “I was worried about you. You had a seizure after you passed out and I was concerned, so I stayed.” Luca ran his hands over his face and then back through his hair. He sighed. “There’s something about you. I’m drawn to you in a way that I don’t want to be. You make me feel in ways that I haven’t for a long time. I never thought these emotions would be awakened in me again, but now they have, whether I like it or not. I feel protective of you, possessive even. As though you were meant to be mine.” He took a step closer to her and then another. Her body responded to his close proximity. Her mouth grew dry, and she tried to swallow.

He lifted his hand slowly and pushed the hair back from her face. The intensity of his gaze burned into her. Something stirred within her. A fire in her belly that made her head swim and her thighs go weak. Luca’s pupils contracted and then narrowed to slits. He caressed her cheek and brought his lips within inches of her. He bent his face to her hair and smelled it, inhaling deeply, and then skimmed down her neck. The fire within her burned. Before she could think about what she was doing or what it all meant, she turned her head and pushed herself forward till her lips met his. He tangled his hand in her long mane in an instant. His other arm wrapped around her, lifting her off the ground and pushing her into the wall. She pressed into him harder, her body exploding at his touch. She gripped the back of his head with all of their strength. He pulled her tight to him. She couldn’t think straight. All of her pain, her fear, her frustration, and her passion poured from her core into him. His emotions swam in her head. All of his pent-up loneliness and sadness melted away. Giving in to his want, his need to be with her and to have her as his own. She took everything he gave. He turned and fell on top of her on the mattress.

She wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off. The weight of his body hovered over her as he kissed her head, her nose, her neck, her cheeks, her lips. He moved his hands along the thin fabric of her shirt, making parts of her wake up and beg to be touched. The muscles of his back tensed as she raked his skin with her nails through his shirt. He let out a moan and grabbed her hip bones. He was everywhere, and she only wanted more of him.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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meRebekah grew up on both the east and west coasts and currently lives in the Los Angeles area. From the Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein to The Stand by Stephen King, Rebekah immersed herself in other people’s made up worlds. She began writing in junior high and then found she liked pretending to be other people’s characters in high school. Lettering in drama she went on to study theater in college as well. After college she continued acting till becoming a mom. Ultimately, she ended up going back to writing her characters down instead of acting them out, so she could stay at home with her kids.

Rebekah is a member of Romance Writers of America and is a board member of both the Fantasy, Futuristic, & Paranormal and her local Los Angeles chapters.  When she isn’t spending time telling the lives of the characters constantly chattering inside her head, you can find her with her husband and four children; reading comic books, gaming, at the movies or taking care of the menagerie of pets. A dog, a rabbit, two bearded dragons, and three tortoises. Wonder woman, the escaped snake, has yet to be located.

Rebekah R. Ganiere

“Books with a Bite”

Website: www.RebekahGaniere.com

Twitter: @VampWereZombie

Facebook: http://www.Facebook.com/VampiresWerewolvesZombies

Good Reads: https://www.goodreads.com/VampWereZombie

Youtube: http://youtu.be/YiCqYd9UBMk

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FIVE FUN THINGS ABOUT REBEKAH!

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5 Things about me

 

1) I am secretly obsessed with Monster High Dolls. I went to Comic Con just so I could get the special edition one only released there

 

2) I would rather go to the mountains than the beach. I have no love of sand and I am so fair that I burn in less than 10 minutes, no matter the sunscreen!

 

3) I am addicted to Role Playing Video games like World of Warcraft and Diablo.

 

4) I love to watch court TV while writing. Usually People’s Court or Judge Judy. I have to write with noise. If it is quiet I can’t sit still.

5) When I don’t have the TV on for writing, I am listening to Pink, Kelly Clarkson, Adele, Beyonce, Katy Perry and Christina Perri and a few other strong females to help influence my writing.

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