Thursday, January 21, 2016

Me, My Shelf and I Blog Tour, Excerpt, & Giveaway: Pull (Anne Riley)

Author: Anne Riley
Release Date: February 2, 2016
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press

Rosie Clayton witnesses a mugging on her first night in London—and then the scene rewinds itself.
She finds herself standing in the same place again, with the mugging happening just like before, except this time a stranger steps in and stops it. There's no way the same incident can have two outcomes. Rosie thinks she’s losing her mind, until just a few days later, the stranger saves her.
The stranger, Albert, and his band of misfit crime-fighters, have the special ability to Pull, which allows them to rewind just enough time to undo a recent event. Someone is hunting Albert and his crew– and now that Rosie’s been seen with them, she’s a target too. Rosie is left with no choice but to trust Albert to keep her safe.
As Rosie learns more about this unbelievable ability and the people – if you can call them that – who want them dead, she discovers that the group’s desire for her blood might be more than mere coincidence. Each step into this magical side of London introduces Rosie to a family history that she never knew existed, and dangerous forces that could unravel her world in an instant.
Her family may be the reason they’re all being hunted—and she may be the only one who can figure out how to save them. Sure, between the lot of them, they have a few shots to get it right. The thing about Pulling, though, is you have to be alive to do it.

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Anne Riley is an author of young adult fiction cleverly disguised as a high school Spanish teacher. She lives in Birmingham, Alabama, with her family.
Anne began writing at the ripe old age of nine, when she penned a literary classic about… well, she doesn’t really remember what it was about, but she’s pretty sure the main characters were ferrets.
These days, she writes stories about teenagers instead of ferrets. 


This is the scene where Rosie and Albert finally have a chance to talk about the strange things she's experienced--like seeing an event unfold twice, but with two totally different endings. Unfortunately, the peace doesn't last, and Rosie's questions are interrupted by a truly terrifying incident. Albert has a trick up his sleeve, though, and Rosie has seen him undo things like this before. Will he be able to fix what's happened before it becomes permanent?

“Hey,” I say. “Do you know the word—”

I stop. Albert’s gaze has flown to something over my shoulder. Alarm flashes in his eyes.

“What?” I start to turn around, but then— 


Dozens of them. Hundreds. Shattering the air like missiles. Screams explode from the girls next to us, from the group of guys recapping the soccer match, from my own throat.

Albert shouts, “Get down!”

I scramble to escape my chair. I can’t make my arms or legs function properly. One of the girls at the next table hits the floor. I see the hole in her chest, watch the blood puddle around her and seep into the cracks between wooden planks—but I don’t understand it.

I’m frozen in place. Paralyzed. And I’m only halfway out of my chair.

Hands on my shoulders. Albert’s voice in my ear, shouting at me to get down. He shoves me under the table. I huddle against the wall, curled up on my knees with my forehead pressed into the floor. My hands grip my skull as if they can stop a bullet. I have no protection other than this table.

I peer up at Albert. He’s staring at his watch.

Boots come into view through the chair legs. Black, leather, covered in dust. The old men are tangled in a heap, arms and legs flung into unnatural angles. The faces of several of the younger guys stare blankly at the floor or ceiling or wall. Some of them are still alive, hunkered under tables like we are. How long do we have left? A minute? Twenty seconds?

I’m going to die.

But if I’m going to die, I’m going to fight my way to the end.

My fingers find the wood of the floor. I push up until my head hits the underside of the table. Albert is crouched beside me with his eyes closed and his hands held out in front of him, palms up. He blows a stream of air through his lips as gunfire explodes around us, each shot closer than the one before. How can he be so calm when we are seconds away from being blown into shrapnel?

“What are you—” I begin, but his fingers are curling around something unseen, as if he’s holding on to a handle. Then he pulls the invisible handle toward his body, slowly, steadily. His arm muscles strain and his jaw clenches.

The inside of my gut transforms into a black hole. My entire body starts to cave in on itself.

3 Winners will each receive an ARC of PULL by Anne Riley
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Tour Schedule

January 18th Such A Novel Idea REVIEW
January 19th The Cover Contessa TEN RANDOM THINGS
January 20th Shelf Life REVIEW
January 21st Curling Up With A Good Book BOOK EXCERPT
January 22nd The Goth Girl Reads REVIEW

January 25th A Dream Within A Dream REVIEW 
January 26th Kindle And Me MUSIC PLAYLIST
January 27th Her Book Thoughts REVIEW
January 28th Feed Your Fiction Addiction REVIEW
January 29th Readsalot REVIEW


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