Thursday, 18 December 2014

Blog Tour: Inspire by Cora Carmack Excerpt and Giveaway

Today, we're very excited to be hosting Cora Carmack as she returns to self-publishing with paranormal NA! 

Before we get to the excerpt, what exactly is this book about?

Kalliope lives with one purpose.

To inspire.

As an immortal muse, she doesn’t have any other choice. It’s part of how she was made. Musicians, artists, actors—they use her to advance their art, and she uses them to survive. She moves from one artist to the next, never staying long enough to get attached. But all she wants is a different life— a normal one. She’s spent thousands of years living lie after lie, and now she’s ready for something real.

Sweet, sexy, and steady, Wilder Bell feels more real than anything else in her long existence. And most importantly… he’s not an artist. He doesn’t want her for her ability. But she can’t turn off the way she influences people, not even to save a man she might love. Because in small doses, she can help make something beautiful, but her ability has just as much capacity to destroy as it does to create. The longer she stays, the more obsessed Wilder will become. It’s happened before, and it never turns out well for the mortal.

Her presence may inspire genius.

But it breeds madness, too.

Crazy pants awesome, right? So what kind of awesome can you find within the pages?


Gwen calls out a yes, then Lennox is leaving, and Kalli is turning to go back to the dressing room. Before I really think it through, I'm standing.
"Hey."
Her fingers tighten around the curtain, but she doesn't retreat inside. She tosses her head a little, just enough to get her thick curls to swing over her shoulder, and then she looks at me over her shoulder.


"Hey." Her voice is quiet, and I'm incredibly aware that my little sister is just a curtain away. All I want to do is push Kalli into that dressing room and press her against the wall and show her just what she missed when she snuck out of my apartment.

But I can't.
"I didn't realize this place has clothes for adults."
"It doesn't." Her body is still turned away from me, like she's going to bolt any second. "Lennox is studying fashion design. She's part of a showcase coming up in a couple months, and I'm her ..." She pauses, as if searching for the word. "I'm her friend. I just play mannequin for her on occasion."
"Mannequin?" Lennox calls out from where she's flipping through hangers on a nearby rack. "I heard that! Mannequins are plastic. Mannequins are scary life-size fake people with curiously absent genitalia. Mannequins might one day come to life and kill us all."
The smile Kalli sends in her friend's direction is small, but striking. It's one of those moments where a picture is worth a thousand words. Ten thousand. I don't even know that it's something that could really be captured with anything other than the eye.
And there I go again. What is it about this girl that turns me into such a fool? Or maybe it’s not her at all. Maybe I’ve lost some confidence over the last year. When you used to spend your nights in bar after bar with just about any girl you wanted, and you suddenly shift to spending your nights babysitting … it wrecks your head a little.
But still … it feels like more than that with her.  
I've never had to think about what to say to a girl. I like to think I'm fairly charming, and I've always been good at stringing words together. With Kalli ... I'm scared that if I don't reign myself in, I'll frighten her off as I wax poetic about her eyebrows or whatever part of her has caught my attention at the time.
"You are not my mannequin," Lennox says. "You're my muse. Seriously. I was totally stuck on this collection until you came along."
Kalli's eyes flick to mine, and there's something in them. Unease, maybe?
"I'm going to change," she says. And I don't know if she's saying it to me or Lennox or both of us.
Her curtain closes, and I strain my ears to listen for her movements. I think I hear the glide of fabric over her skin before it thumps against the floor. I rest my elbows on my knees and shove my fingers into my hair because now I'm thinking about her body, how it had looked against my sheets. All that smooth, unblemished skin. Perfect. It doesn't seem possible, but her body was the closest damn thing I'd ever seen to it.
*swoons* That Cora. She has a way with words.

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Good luck! 

--Julie

5 comments:

  1. Dreaming isn't enough, you have to reach out and grasp it also! Anything is possible if you're determined. :)

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    1. I forgot to answer the question.
      I would said: Bring Cora to the Czech Republic or me to the US!

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  3. To buy me chocolate
    Thank you so much♥

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  4. To influence ppl to read and love books! ;)

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