Hi Everyone, this week continues with another amazing book from publisher Team BKMRK and I’m so excited to be part of the Rebecca Sky’s debut novel blog tour for ARROWHEART!
I’m almost finished the book and it is riveting and a brilliant plot line so far. It really brings out some strong emotions though. I will have a lot to say about this book when I finished. All good things though so don’t worry about that.
Rebecca is on my blog to share with you how her brother helped her find her passion. (Warning it contains, siblings painting them LED green.) But before that here is a little more about her debut novel.
Kiss the boys and make them cry…
The gods are gone.
The people have forgotten them.
But sixteen-year-old Rachel Patel can’t forget – the gods control her life, or more specifically, her love life.
Being a Hedoness, one of a strong group of women descended from Greek God Eros, makes true love impossible for Rachel. She wields the power of that magical golden arrow, and with it, the promise to take the will of any boy she kisses. But the last thing Rachel wants is to force someone to love her . . .
When seventeen-year-old Benjamin Blake’s disappearance links back to the Hedonesses, Rachel’s world collides with his, and her biggest fear becomes a terrifying reality. She’s falling for him – a messy, magnetic, arrow-over-feet type of fall.
Rachel distances herself, struggling to resist the growing attraction, but when he gives up his dream to help her evade arrest, distance becomes an insurmountable task. With the police hot on their trail, Rachel soon realizes there are darker forces hunting them – a group of mortals recruited by the gods who will stop at nothing to preserve the power of the Hedonesses – not to mention Eros himself, who is desperate to reverse the curse . . .
Rachel must learn to do what no Hedoness has done before – to resist her gift – or she’ll turn the person she’s grown to love into a shadow of himself … for ever.
My little brother and I are close. We grew up with no TV or Computer and had to find ways to self-entertain. Often that meant me doing things to him to make a quick buck, like the time I proudly caught frogs at the local pond and got it in my head that we could sell them to passersbys with the help of a mascot. And so I made one, by painting my brother with green oil paint – all of him, from his eyelids to his toes. It took weeks and two bottles of turpentine for my mum to get it off. In my defence, I did sell three frogs to one nice couple, though they did pull to the side of the road some ways down, open the door, and let them out again. Still, a sale’s a sale.
There are many things that don’t involve paint that you can do to keep a close relationship with your siblings. But being their boss isn’t one of them. Yet somehow, I found myself supervising my brother at a real estate investing firm one summer. My day consisted of asking him to do a task, then sitting through his pitch of some story he found on a website called Wattpad in a desperate attempt to avoid working. The problem was, the little brat knew me, and he knew the way to my heart was through a good read – plus I never stopped feeling guilty from the frog incident and sometimes, in certain neon lighting, I swore his skin had a slight tinge of green.
I hadn’t heard of this Wattpad place, but I soon found myself reading stories from up-and-coming authors instead of filing client forms and calling back developers. We got into this routine of binge reading, then binge working to catch up. I eventually got wise and the next time my brother pitched a story, I said no. Besides, I was already reading on the Wattpad app at home by then. So he did what any little brother desperate not to work does, he found my next weakness and encouraged me to write one of the fanciful stories I’d make up as a kid when we stared at the cardboard box we pretended was a TV – we seriously did this – I’m not sure why it surprises you, I did paint my brother green.
I was scared at first. My imagination got me through so much of my life, but to put it out into the world and share it with someone other than my family made me feel as vulnerable as a green boy before a turpentine-soaked rag (have I pushed this metaphor too far?). Eventually I gave in and tried posting on Wattpad, though I wrote under a pen name for fear of what people would think. For weeks my brother was the only one who read it. He told me it was good and encouraged me to keep going – to this day I still don’t know if he read it because he genuinely liked it or if he was trying to get out of work again. But then something magical happened, I got a reader, a real reader that wasn’t my brother. And she left a comment, and suddenly all the fear of sharing my imagination with someone else slipped away and I was hooked on the idea that something as beautiful and personal as imagination could connect us. I owe a lot to my brother, it was because of him that I began to write and found myself and my passion. And now my story Arrowheart is a book, a tangible daydream that I can hold and share and turnover to passerbys… hopefully this time they won’t pull over and let my prize out. Maybe I need a book mascot. Come to think of it, my brother does look good in blue.
By
Rebecca Sky
www.RebeccaSky.com
