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Book Blitz: Tethered by Carlyle Labuschagne


Title: Tethered

Author: Carlyle Labuschagne

Genre: Supernatural Suspense

Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR

Blurb:

A girl tethered to a serial killer by heart leads FBI to the undiscovered bodies of The Devil's breath victims.

Tethered follows two sisters, Willow and Raine Viviers alongside two rogue FBI brothers on what seems like an impossible task to solving a dead end case. With no leads, and a corrupt government cover up, their time is running out to stop the spread of a Serial Killer Cult before another victim is claimed.

But they have a secret weapon...

Willow is a young adult who has just undergone a heart transplant who's trauma has changed her, she's gained a strange supernatural gift - she can see into the heart of the Devil's Breath Killer. She not only feels the serial killer's urges, knows his thoughts, but somehow gets visions through the eyes of his victims too.

These visions are chaotic, menacing and evil, and Willow can hardly make sense of her own reality without going insane. How will she decipher and hone in her special abilities in time to save a missing agent and stop another Devil's Breath Killing.

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Author Bio:

Carlyle is a USA Today bestselling author from South Africa, who has won an award for her SF fantasy series the Broken Trilogy. This series broke ground not only in her country but in many where the genre of SF is concerned. Mixing African tales into worlds most of her readers describe as highly imaginative and unique. Her Dystopian Romance book, Dead of Night is a multi-award nominated tale set in a world where love is outlawed, described by readers as breathing new life into the genre.

Her goal as an author is to touch people's lives, and help others love their differences and one another by delivering strong messages of faith, love and hope within each world she writes about. She loves creating villains you have a hate, love relationship with and always explores imperfection as a strength in her heroes and supporting characters.

"I love to swim, fight for the trees, and am a food lover who is driven by my passion for life. I dream that one day my stories will change the lives of countless teenagers and have them obsess over the world literacy can offer them instead of worrying about fitting in. Never sacrifice who you are, it’s in the dark times that the light comes to life."

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Excerpt:

Chapter 8

Willow was told that at some time during the night, she had sleepwalked her way out of her room and down a series of corridors, managing to slip into the service elevator undetected and find her way into the vast basement area a floor below the morgue. She'd traveled so far down underground that she'd been discovered in the maintenance section; the area where medical waste was stored until pickup.

Back in her room and safely in her hospital bed, Willow fought the tendrils of sleep as she sat surrounded by her sketches. Her hands and fingers moved of their own accord. Lines, curves, and soft edges blurred together to form an outline of the face that haunted her. She grabbed another piece of paper and started another sketch; her soul bleeding out onto the paper in shades of gray and black, soft and hard edges, smudged, defined curves and lines forming a heart surrounded by flowers captured inside a birdcage made of rib bones.

Nurse Benson entered with a tray of hot soup. “Willow? I thought you should eat before you sleep,” she said in her ever calming voice.

Willow half smiled back at her and pulled the blankets over the sketches as if ashamed of the secret she didn't quite understand.

“I’m okay, thank you, Bertha.”

Willow and Nurse Benson had become good companions in the last three weeks. Bertha was an older lady, who had no children of her own. Her husband had passed almost four years ago. Taking care of Willow was her latest purpose in life. Even after her shift ended Bertha came to spend time with Willow every lunchtime, bringing homemade cookies and sometimes bread with her. Willow hadn't the heart to tell her that her baking was awful. And Bertha's friendship was a welcome reprieve from the boredom of the endless days in hospital.

“Why are you really here, Bertha? Willow asked as the nurse stood with an expression of someone keeping a secret they were looking to relieve themselves of.

“I’m that obvious, huh?”

She placed the soup on the eating tray and wheeled it over to Willow.

Willow smiled, and adjusted her position on the bed as the delicious smelling soup got wheeled her way.

“I feel awful that I didn’t notice you were gone last night,” Bertha said, unpacking a spoon wrapped in a napkin from her purse.

“It’s not your fault,” Willow took a deep smell of the soup and her stomach growled.

“My child, in your condition you could have died! I feel terrible. Your immune system…”

Willow interrupted her. “Bertha, if heart failure couldn’t take me out, what makes you think anything else could?” She grinned sheepishly as she dipped into her soup.

Bertha gave a tight smile.

“I’m not sure what happened,” Willow said between spoonfuls. The soup was as almost as delicious as it had smelled.


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