Release Day Blitz Hemlock Veils by Jennie Davenport

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Hey Addicts! We are getting off to a great start with the new YA sub blog of Miss Little Book Addict! And it's only getting better because we've got a great new book releasing today! You've got to read more about it, and guess what, I've got all the goods for you :)

Hemlock Veils

by Jennie Davenport

Release Date: 11/25/14

Swoon Romance

Summary from Goodreads:

When Elizabeth Ashton escapes her damaging city life and finds herself in the remote town of Hemlock Veils, Oregon, she is smitten by its quaint mystery; but the surrounding forest holds an enchantment she didn’t think existed, and worse, a most terrifying monster. The town claims it vicious and evil, but Elizabeth suspects something is amiss. Even with its enormous, hairy frame, gruesome claws, and knifelike teeth, the monster’s eyes speak to her: wolf-like and ringed with gold, yet holding an awareness that can only be human. That’s when Elizabeth knows she is the only one who can see the struggling soul trapped inside, the soul to which she is moved.

Secretly, Elizabeth befriends the beast at night, discovering there’s more to his story and that the rising of the sun transforms him into a human more complex than his beastly self. Elizabeth eventually learns that his curse is unlike any other and that a single murderous act is all that stands between him and his freedom. Though love is not enough to break his curse, it may be the only means by which the unimaginable can be done: sacrifice a beauty for the beast.

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Excerpt from Hemlock Veils by Jennie Davenport

She had studied her father’s maps countless times as a child, committed them all to memory. She passed through the small town of Government Camp now, where she would have had an excellent view of Mt. Hood if the sun had been shining. The edge of Salmon-Huckleberry Wilderness was somewhere near, buried miles deep in the old growth south of the highway to her left. That was his favorite place of enchantment, he used to say: the place of curses and magic—creatures misunderstood by men. Sure, he had said, all of Oregon territory was magic. But none held the secrecy and beauty of Salmon-Huckleberry Wilderness. Dense rainforest and mossy vegetation larger than life: there were always new places to unearth, always a dark corner yet to be discovered.

Elizabeth had long since become too realistic to believe in folklore, but it had flooded her with delightful imagination as a child—delight that ended the moment her father became sick and she was left caring for Willem when she was only twelve. Those stories made up the fondest memories of her father. The Brothers Grimm, Andrew Lang’s Fairy Books, fables of the Aglaé and demons known as Diablerons, and even stories of beasts so demented that Hell itself denied them: her father’s conviction had never left him, even on his deathbed in that stale hospital room. She had been eighteen and Willem thirteen. And while her disgruntled brother sat in the corner with earbuds jammed in his ears, Elizabeth had listened to her father tell his last fairy tale. She had displayed patience, yet screamed inside at the way he had chosen to spend his final breaths.

Stillness settled over the car; even the rainfall adopted an unusual calm. Only she and her father were here, his last words reverberating in her mind’s ear—even the breathy tone in which he’d spoken them. She grasped hold of the memory, grasped hold of the way he’d been desperate to keep her a believer, desperate to convince her that magic could dwell wherever she was—even if that place was Los Angeles.

Earlier that morning, she’d fled from Los Angeles, on account of her banishment. Her father’s death may have been eleven years ago, but from that moment—the moment she’d turned into her brother’s mother at age eighteen—she’d learned that Los Angeles didn’t have a single grain of magic running through it. She wouldn’t miss even a glimpse of that place and the cancer it had been on her family. The place that had destroyed every last one of them. She was better off fleeing, and even without Frank Vanderzee’s demand that she never set foot there again, she would have left.

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About the Author

Though Jennie Davenport was raised throughout the Midwest, she now lives in the little desert mining town of Bagdad, Arizona, where six guys beg for her constant attention: a husband, three young, blond sons, a German shepherd with a name much mightier than his disposition (Zeus), and a black cat named Mouse. When she isn’t trying to run her home with as little casualties as possible, Jennie loves snuggling with her family, laughing with her friends, delving into brilliant entertainment of any vein, and playing outside. Despite the way being a writer is in her blood, and the wheels of her writerly mind are constantly turning, Jennie likes to think that in another life, she would have been a Broadway star. Or an American Idol finalist.

Jennie lives for the fall, and not just because of her adoration for the NFL (Go Broncos!). In her perfect world, she would have the springs, summers, and falls of Colorado, and the winters of Arizona—someplace where the climate and weather would allow her to go on a trail run all year round. But even though she prefers the pines and mountains, she is a devoted fan of all nature, from sandy beaches to woodsy cabins, and all are her greatest inspiration. She believes nature is one of the best healing remedies, with a magic all its own.

Jennie’s passion for writing is the way she survives, and is as vital to her sanity as oxygen, caffeine, food, and music. Even before she began writing it, well-told, original, and character-driven romance was always her weak spot. Add the paranormal or magical realism element and she may never make it back to reality.

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