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Gina’s plan for her afterlife is simple: survive as long as possible. The
afterlife is a ghost-kill-ghost kind of place. When she meets
newly-dead Alec, she can’t help her desire to protect him. Before
she knows it, she finds herself falling for him, despite the little
voice in her head telling her it’s a bad idea. Alec’s goals don’t
mesh well with Gina’s plans. Determined to save his living sister
from a murderer, he’s willing to disobey the laws of a
well-established cult in the afterlife. If the cult finds out,
they’ll kill him. Again. He’s hesitant to accept Gina’s help
and threaten her afterlife, but he’s guaranteed to fail without
her. Together they embark on a perilous mission, but the most
dangerous aspect of all is the threat of falling in love. Because in
the afterlife… love is death.
“Why are you doing this?” Alec asked abruptly.
My breath hitched. I didn’t know how to answer. The same question had plagued me since we’d left the Chinaman’s warehouse. Why was I doing this? I knew the answer in my gut, but I didn’t want to say it.
I did anyway.
“Because I don’t want to see you get hurt ag…”
I barely stopped myself before I said again, then wondered if he’d noticed. I frowned when it became obvious that he had, but thankfully I was turned away from him looking out the windshield.
“What was that?”
“I said I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Did you say again?”
The wiper blades must have swished water off the windshield at least ten times before I said anything. I tried to come up with an excuse, but I finally decided the truth would be the best option.
“Yes. Again.” I looked out the window. I couldn’t bear to see him. “I was there when you got shot.”
His response surprised me, so I turned around in my seat to look at him.
“I knew I wasn’t crazy.”
I shrugged. “I’m not so sure about that. But how does my being there mean you’re sane?”
“I told Gary that I saw you before I died, and he told me it was impossible. I swore when I first met you that I’d…” His eyes glazed over as if remembering what he’d done. “I asked you for help.”
I forced a smile even though I desperately wanted to cry. “Begged was more like it.”
“But you left.”
I faced forward again. This was precisely the reason I hadn’t wanted to tell him I was there. He didn’t even realize what I’d done for him, the danger I’d put myself in to try to save him. I could have told him but I was filled with rage that I’d even tried, and filled with guilt that I had failed.
“I’m sorry.” Alec sat forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. Like every time he touched me, I felt that incredible heat rushing down my arm and into my core. He shook his head. “I’m not mad at you. In fact, knowing what I know now, I’m glad you left.”
I held my breath to keep myself from saying anything. I wanted to tell him I hadn’t left, but at the same time, I was determined not to.
Born and raised in the rainy streets of the Seattle Area, L.P. Masters
spent her fair share of time staring out rain-streaked windows and
writing books. Masters has always had extremely vivid dreams, which
often spark inspiration for her novels. In 1999, after one such
dream, Masters began her first writing project. She has participated
in National Novel Writer’s Month every November since 2010. Writing
isn’t the only thing she can do with a pen in her hand, she also
enjoys sketching and drawing—with varying degrees of success.
Masters now lives in the slightly-less-dreary city of Spokane
Washington with her husband and two wonderful daughters.
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