Friday, June 1, 2018

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Silver Hollow

(Borderlands Saga #1)

By Jennifer Silverwood

Urban Fantasy
Paperback & ebook, 429 pages

May 31st 2018 by SilverWoodSketches



"I shouldn't have to tell you this isn't a fairy story..."



After her parents' car crash ten years before, Amie Wentworth trusts books more than people. She may be a writer, but she believes in reality over fiction. She ignores the unexplained mysteries surrounding her, never mind the dreams of a past life, or the fact she can fry technology with a touch. Not even a timely invitation from her long-lost uncle in England gives Amie incentive for anything other than ire.



Until she is stabbed in an alley and brought back to life by a handsome stranger. Soon Amie is dragged into the very sort of tale she is used to selling. To make matters worse, the man who saved her life keeps turning up and her would-be-murderer is still at large.



After crossing the Atlantic to her father’s homeland, she discovers a world beyond imagining. Silver Hollow is a place of ancient traditions and supernatural dangers, where everything is the opposite of what it seems and few escape sane. Faced with an impossible choice, Amie is forced to confront a deadly family legacy while remembering a life she soon wishes to forget.

***EXCERPT***


They jumped off the train together, her rescuer pulling her into his side as they hovered in the wind. Amie screeched as her body was left behind in sudden freefall. Time slowed as they flew over a sea of green and heather before gravity rushed to catch up. The Brit wrapped his legs around hers, sandwiching her body and taking the brunt of the impact as they rolled down an endless hillside.

She wondered briefly if this was the end and wasn’t as upset as she should have been. Twenty-eight years and what did she have to show for her life?

But their limbs weren’t dashed against rocks as she half expected. They tumbled to the bottom of the hill and her heart felt as if it beat in her stomach. Besides a few aches and bruises, she was fine. The sky was a soft shade of cerulean and the distant rush of water sang in her ears. The Brit’s chest heaved beneath her and his heart beat in time with hers as they caught their breath. His hands were still tightly pressed to her flesh, as if he was afraid to let go.

Heat built beneath her skin as she recovered her wits. She hadn’t been this close to a man before and she didn’t even know her Brit’s name. His strength was obvious behind the layers of clothes and Amie found she didn’t wish to move.

“Well,” the Brit began, “that could have been a lot worse.” He released his hold and helped her stand on shaky legs before dusting off the sleeves of his trench coat. Rain began to fall unexpectedly overhead. Amie took him in, from his wet, upright mud-flecked black hair and his amused expression.

“Are you crazy?” she snapped, “We almost died!” She hit his chest for emphasis.

“Fine way to thank me for saving your life again,” he quipped with no small dose of sarcasm.

“What did you expect me to say? Thank you so much for pulling me off that moving train. Now we’re stranded in the middle of God-knows-where. What am I supposed to do without my things? All I have is my…where is my bag?” Amie groaned as she paced a tight circle. Nothing but the hills above and forest behind them. The train continued further along up the hill, growing increasingly smaller and the reality of their situation filled her with wrath.

“If you would only stop raving at me a second I could explain,” he spat back.

“All my clothes—my letters—everything was on that train!”

He tucked his chin and she thought she saw pity in his eyes before he thumbed at the howling train. “Um, yeah, about that…”

An explosion ripped the words from his mouth and roared in her ears.

His arms circled her again as the train burst from the tracks. Fire claimed each car in rapid succession as the train combusted with a fiery bellow and a shower of debris and black smoke rained from the sky.

Amie forgot her belongings as she remembered the conductor’s kind face, and wondered who else had been on the train. She covered her mouth with her hands, ignoring the constant ringing in her ears.

“Right, thank Oberon that’s over and done with,” her companion spoke from behind her.

Amie shook her head and managed to tear her attention from the horrific sight above long enough to glare at him. The tall Britt surveyed the scattered debris with something akin to amusement. She felt sick.

“Is this funny to you?” She rubbed the scar above her chest to soothe its persistent tingle and blocked his path.

He took in her appearance for the first time, a single black brow arched sharply in thought. “Not particularly, no I don’t enjoy putting you in harm’s way.” Irritation crept into his tone and the rigidity of his shoulders. “But it wasn’t my decision to uproot your life and ship you across the bloody world, was it?”

“So why send me a letter? What was so damned important you’d risk it? And why are there people trying to kill us?”

“I don’t think you’re ready to hear the truth.”

“The truth?” Amie shoved his shoulders and shouted, “The only truth I see is those innocent people are dead and you’re thankful it’s over with.”

“Oh, you’ve decided they were innocent, have you?” His dark eyes slanted. “What would you have me do, lass? There’s only so much rescuing I can manage. And let’s just say that in your case, it’s a fulltime job.”

“My life was pretty boring before you ruined it, thank you!”

“Won’t argue with that. Like I said, wasn’t my idea to pluck you out of your charming little life.” He rolled his eyes then pursed his lips, regarding her with what appeared a blend of fond exasperation. “Look, if it makes you feel any better, you were the only scheduled passenger, according to the logs. The rest stowed away like me.” He paused, adding almost to himself, “Though how they managed to steal away without my notice is embarrassing.”

“You checked the logs?” Amie snorted with little ladylike grace.

“I’ll have you know I’m thorough with my jobs!” he declared, the hint of a smile about his lips.

“So that’s what I am to you, a job? Did Uncle Henry pay you to follow me?”

“I didn’t say that.” His amusement faded and her heart plummeted in a different sort of freefall. He started to take another step, words poised on the tip of his tongue, then stiffened. His head cocked at an odd angle as he turned to the billowing smoke above. He laced his fingers with hers. “Come along, Ni—Jessamiene. We shouldn’t stay in one place too long, not with those slitherkin about.”

Amie stumbled in her effort to look back at the twisted wreckage. “Did you just say Slytherin? Didn’t take you for a Potterhead.”

“What do plants even…” He shook his head. “Perhaps you should refrain from speaking nonsense while we’re being hunted. In fact, why don’t you shut up altogether, savvy?” He jerked her on towards the thick wood bordering the hills in a manner that did not invite protest.

“Where are we going?” she asked as they passed underneath the outermost edge of the tree line. Her chucks were not built for hiking.

“Far as we possibly can get away.”

“You aren’t taking me in those woods just so you can kill me, are you?”

“Thought has crossed my mind.”

Amie ground her teeth and cursed when she tripped on another rock. “Hey, slow down! My legs are like a foot shorter. Are you even listening to me?” With a fierce slap to his wrist, she managed to break free. Only after he turned around with crazy eyes did she regret her rebellion. He stalked forward until her back was pressed against a nearby oak.

“Do you have any concept of what being hunted means?” He loomed over her, invading her space and filling her senses with a blend of cinnamon, smoke and singed fabric.

“Sure, I’ve been deer hunting plenty of times. East Texans have like three favorite pastimes.” Not that she ever actually shot a deer of course. Guns were James’s area of expertise in their little troupe.

“Okay…” He pinched the bridge of his nose briefly. “Imagine if you can for a moment, not only are we the deer but our hunters have unlimited power and resources. To them, there is no question of if they will find you but when. The only defense you have is to run, run as far and fast as you can and maybe, just maybe you’ll be lucky enough to make it out alive.”



**Previously published in 2012. This NEW EDITION has been FULLY REVISED AND EXPANDED. The original novel is now no longer available.**

About the Author



 Jennifer Silverwood was raised deep in the heart of Texas and has been spinning yarns a mile high since childhood. In her spare time she reads and writes and tries to sustain her wanderlust, whether it’s the Carpathian Mountains in Transylvania, the highlands of Ecuador or a road trip to the next town. Always on the lookout for her next adventure, in print or reality, she dreams of one day proving to the masses that everything really is better in Texas. She is the author of two series—Heaven's Edge and Wylder Tales—and the stand-alone titles Stay and Silver Hollow.





PRIZE PACK #1: 1 winner will receive new Silver Hollow swag, themed bookmarks, stickers, bookish themed tote, and B&N Illustrated Hardcover Editions of Grimm's Fairy Tales and The Story of King Arthur & His Knights (US only)

PRIZE PACK #2: 1 winner will receive signed swag (mainly Silver Hollow and Wylder Tales), ebooks of the Wylder Tales Collection, and a free voucher for Bound Beauty to be published later in 2018 (open internationally)
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1 comments:

  1. Jennifer SilverwoodJune 1, 2018 at 3:48 PM

    Hi Mary, thanks so much for sharing the excerpt and helping me spread the Silver Hollow love!

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