Spooktacular Giveaway Blog Hop!! Spotlight/Excerpt/Giveaway of Tara Hudson's Elegy!!!

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As my contribution to this event, I'm

giving away a print copy

of Tara Hudson's bestseller,

Elegy!

About the Book

Elegy
(Hereafter #3)
Tara Hudson
Hardcover, 400 pages
Harper Teen
June 4, 2013
Paranormal Romance, Young Adult Fiction


Goodreads Synopsis:   A stalker ghost, misguided Seers, and spellbinding wraiths—Amelia Ashley has faced them all. Now her greatest hope is to spend the rest of her afterlife with her living boyfriend, Joshua. But the demonic forces return to give her an ultimatum: turn herself over to the darkness or watch them murder one living person per week until she does.

Amelia fears she might really be doomed, until the forces of light give her another option. She can join them in their quest to gather souls, with a catch: Once she joins them, she can never see Joshua again.

Faced with impossible choices, Amelia decides to take her afterlife into her own hands—and fight back.

Chapter Two Excerpts

   But even with the heat flooding me, I had a fleeting moment when I missed our old sleepovers.  The kind where I spent every night in his bed, placing my hand on him whenever I wanted, kissing him whenever I felt the urge.  But things were so different for me as a Risen ghost.  So different for us.

   In this new version of our relationship, I pretended to be Jillian's "old" friend and Joshua's "new" girlfriend -- an ironic inversion of reality.  For the benefit of his parents, I also pretended to leave his house every night.  Later, I returned in my invisible state to curl up beside Joshua in bed, as close as I could without actually touching him.  Because now, I could feel the wrinkles in the sheets beneath us but not the texture of Joshua's skin.

   Risen ghosts regained the senses that death had taken from them.  Taste, smell, even touch.  But there was one tiny problem: the Risen could touch anything they wanted, except the living.  It was the most ironic, double-edged gift I'd ever been given.

   Not that Joshua and I hadn't tried -- frequently -- to touch.  During our first week back in Oklahoma, we took so many different approaches: slow and careful; quick and furious; even the unexpected surprise touch.  But none of it worked.  When I placed my hand against his, it always felt like I simply clutched the air; it was the same for Joshua.  Worse, whenever we came too close, it looked as though we passed through each other -- like I was made of air myself.

   Nothing made me feel more like a ghost.

   Still, so many things about my new existence were amazing.  The smell of Rebecca's garden after a hard rain; the taste of Jeremiah Mayhew's chocolate cheese pie; the sleek plastic coating on the benches outside Wilburton High.  Each sensation felt fresh and new.  So exhilarating, they almost made up for everything else.

   Almost.   

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   I sighed heavily.  Then, since my feet were already dangling over the edge, I slid myself fully off of the daybed and turned around to face him.  I tucked my hands into the pockets of my jean skirt -- borrowed from Jillian -- and gave him a small smile.

   Joshua, however, didn't return my smile.  He studied me, suddenly serious, and even a little....sad, maybe.  Then he reached out to let his palm hover by my cheek, almost as though he could cup it.

   "You know," he said softly, "that I'd give just about anything to touch you again?"

   I didn't trust myself to answer him aloud.  Not without my voice cracking.  So I just nodded.  We stayed silent for another beat, until he cleared his throat.

   "Have fun tonight."

   All I could manage was a rough "I'll try."

   Before I did something I'd regret, like lean into his hand and pretend, just for a second, that this wasn't our new normal, I spun around and raced out of the gazebo.  

About The Author

Born and raised in Oklahoma, Tara Hudson graduated with a degree in law, mostly because she believed all the horror stories about English majors and their careers in the food-service industry. Luckily, she soon remembered how much she loved telling ghost stories, particularly to her girlfriends who liked visiting abandoned cemeteries as much as she did. Tara currently lives in Oklahoma with her husband, son, and a menagerie of ill-behaved pets.

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