August 10, 2013

Book Blitz: DAWN OF THE APOCALYPSE by E.S.P. {Giveaway} @bloggerESP @nereydag1003




























Dawn of the Apocalypse


by E.S.P. 


Release Date: 08/09/13





Summary from Goodreads:


January 1,
2000.
May 21, 2011.
December 21, 2012

These are just a few of the days humans prophesied as bringing catastrophic
events that would end the world. We predicted nuclear warfare. Drastic climate
change. A call from God.

We were wrong.

Cue the gargoyle invasion—laboratory bred mutants designed to slaughter humans.
When the government goes AWOL and gargoyles are swarming by the hundreds, it's
up to the citizens of the United States to regroup and save themselves.

Meet Cliff Matthews, a teenage boy separated from his entire family with the
exception of his younger sister, whom he is desperate to keep alive. Along the
quest to save their lives, he encounters people who aren't all that they seem.
Everyday's a battle, but if he can't trust his own species, where does that
leave his family?

And we can't forget the man who may be willing to sacrifice Cliff's life, if it
means world domination.

In terms of doomsday, no one could've seen this coming. The dawn of the
apocalypse…














Here is an excerpt...
It smelled like smoke. Not the smoke you smelled when your dad left the burgers on the grill too long or when you forgot you had that last batch of cookies in the oven. This was a dark, penetrating, no nonsense smoke. The kind that made your throat burn, fire singe the inner core of your chest, and slowly killed you from the inside until you were a burning mass of nothing.
It was the kind overtaking Cliff’s chest right now.
He was aware he was conscious and in the back of his head, he knew it was probably an intelligent idea to get some air into his lungs. But for some reason, he couldn’t make his body arise from the sweet peacefulness that was the interface between consciousness and unconsciousness, a cross between life and death.
In his mind, he saw the smoke like a dark heavy being looming over him and slowly wrapping its charcoal hands around his neck. It was squeezing and squeezing until his words were a voiceless symphony and his body became limp and silent.
Cliff didn’t know why, but he was okay with that.
He was aware of the sound of something crackling, like twigs being stepped on or a wrapper crumpled in the hand. And then the sound of people screaming—screaming for help, screaming other people’s names.
Screaming for God to save them.
There was another person’s voice that was a lot closer to him, almost right in front of him. It was light and sweet and feminine. It sounded desperate, pleading. Oh how he wanted to see whose voice that belonged to. But it was so far away and his eyes were so heavy. He was so very, very tired. He wanted to sleep forever.
"Please wake up. Please." The voice was saying. "You have to get up. Please get up."
Inside he wanted to say, "I want to get up, I do, I just can’t, I need help." But his throat was so dry and a large wave of suffocating heat was pressing down on him, crushing his bones into ashes.
He felt his spinning mind slow down, his heart beating erratically.
And then were cool lips on his and cold air rushed into his mouth, through his body and into his mind, telling him it was time to get up.
He felt his arms being held and slowly pulled, and he didn’t fight it. But he could do nothing to aid in the quest to pull his body up.
His back felt like it had been ran over with a steam roller. It cried out in pain and he wanted to return to the ground and let smoke cradle him as his heart slowed to invisible beats.
His legs felt like they'd been drained of blood. Pins and needles burned at his thighs. His legs gave way. The arms hoisting him up prevented his crash to the ground.
Cliff tried again, extending his legs to their full potential as he began to pick his feet up one at a time, advancing towards wherever the freshest air was. He opened his eyes, but found that it made no difference. All that hung in front of him was thick blankets of smoke. He could hear the fire crackling in the background. He knew the fire wouldn’t be as much of a peaceful death as the smoke. He would burn from the inside and out. The fire would beat him senseless than mercilessly eat up his body until it was unrecognizable dust.
And Cliff wasn’t in the mood for that at the moment.
The arms were still supporting him as they made their way though the room of darkness. He kept fresh air on his mind to motivate him to keep going. Because as of right now, smoke and oxygen were having a fight inside his lungs. And the smoke was winning.
A burst of light flashed past him as a spark fell from the ceiling. "Okay, a little faster now," the voice urged forcefully, as the spark grew into a flame. Cliff’s eyes focused on the space in front of him. Were those big glowing green eyes in the smoke?



















About the Author


Being the daughter of an accomplished author, E.S.P. grew up
listening to stories and telling her own to classmates. After writing for
several years and even publishing some short works, she finally decided to take
the plunge to write (plus finish!)a full length novel. Thus, Dawn of the
Apocalypse was born. When she's not writing, she's either reading books,
blogging at whoistheserialreader.blogspot.com, or watching eighties movies.













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***GIVEAWAY***

E-book copy of
Dawn of the Apocalypse and $10 Amazon Gift Card (INT)





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1 comment:

  1. I want to read "Dawn Of The Apocalypse" because I love apocalypse stories and the excerpt makes this one sound really good!

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