Sep 26, 2013

Blog Tour: Finding Esta by Shah Wharton (@Shahw1) Excerpt +#GIVEAWAY!


Finding Esta is the tumultuous tale of one extraordinary woman's journey of self-discovery within a supernatural underworld...

Publication Date: December 19, 2012
Genre: New Adult Paranormal
Series: Supes #1

Luna yearns for love and acceptance, and for an end to her own chronic isolation. Unable to touch, she settles for the lover’s caress of a stranger who visits her dreams, and her only friends in the world are Shadows – spirits who reside within in her fragile mind, seeking refuge from the Shadow Lands. Always eager to earn parental respect, she attempts to solve a twenty-year-old child abduction case by traveling to Esta’s family home in Cornwall, situated on an abandoned cul-de-sac.Searching for clues to Esta’s tragic fate, she finds much more than she bargained for. 

More alone than ever and desperate for answers, Luna struggles to retain a sense of identity, and the light grip on reality she’s been used to. Will she find Esta, and if so, will Luna live to tell Esta’s story?


I ambled over to the final room, needing to find someone or something to make sense of the mystery. “Okay, you can’t or won’t show yourself, but I’ll keep right on until I find you. In for a penny and all that,” I approached the final door. Finding it too easy to open, I stumbled into it like a blind ram to find a stunning space filled with the same aura I’d found around the stunning demon. I tasted its sweetness on my lips, aglow and aglitter. It sparkled as though I’d entered Heaven itself and smelt like a branch of The Body Shop. Still, exhaustion weighed me down.

Oh, to be able to leave my sorrows behind and fly away from it all.

Then, like someone read my thoughts, I heard music, the like of which I’d never heard before. An angel choir swirled around my ears. Soon, I became airborne, and recalled Abby floating to my bedroom window, and the hovering demon, whose kiss I would never forget, real or imagined. Like someone sucked out all gravity along with my sorrows, I circled the magical room. Tired, fearless and determined not to fight the wonderful feeling, I relaxed and accepted each new exposure to their world, willingly. Perhaps it moved me closer to them.

I dumped my bag, phone, voice recorder, and empty water bottle to the floor and shoved the journal deep into my pocket—too precious to lose again. Curious but exhausted, a delicate flow of tears fell like spring raindrops onto the floor, but I wasn’t sad. My arms flopped back when I allowed the room to reveal itself, along with its secrets and it held me in its comfy grip, coaxing me into a deeper state of submission.

Lightning bolts of terror ran through my spine. I scampered onto my back and found someone, or rather something, hovering a few feet above me. The flashlight rolled away, though remained illuminated, pointing at my face. He stared down at me in silence, holding onto the barber’s razor from the bathroom sink, which he lapped at like a lollipop. His stare met mine until I glanced around in search of an escape route. But it was no use.

After a long, silent pause, during which my life flashed before my eyes in horror, he moved his free hand towards my face.

I winced. “Don’t touch me. Please, no.” I reacted, forcing my hands to his chest to hold him off. They found a solid torso, like quartz rock, yet he appeared every inch flesh and blood. I snatched my hands back when he frowned, then I reached for my throat.

“Please. It’ll hurt. If you touch me, I mean.” The demon restored his hand to his jeans pocket, revealing a rather juicy hip bone and slim muscle above it. Relieved, but not knowing what to do or say to such a being, I held my breath, awaiting his next move. Any previous grip on reality I’d had, now torn asunder.

How is he hovering? He looks so… unreal?

Slender built, broad shouldered, around six feet tall, he could have been an athlete of around my age. His fair, marbled complexion offset soft, red-black hair, cut below a strong jaw-line, tucked behind his ears. His eyes enthralled me, holding me transfixed to their deepening gaze, like two midnight oceans.

The adults in those pictures… and Sybil?

Frozen to the spot, I lay gazing, wondering.

You’re no Shadow, that’s for sure. A warlock or a demon, more like: a delectable one at that. Ada and Flo never mentioned anything about your kind.

A damp, slimy feeling on my cheek disturbed my thoughts. I’m dribbling …backwards? I coughed, embarrassed and reached up to mop up my drool. It’s wrong to care about drool while being pinned down by a demon suckling blood from a barber’s razor, but there it is.

What the hell am I thinking, getting all swoony? He could take that razor and slice my throat. Maybe that blood he’s slurping is from his last victim—she’s his breakfast and I’m his lunch. But he looks so good doing it it’s hard to care.

I tried to shut out his hypnotic stare, but became more aware of the intoxicating aroma of blood. I inhaled, slurped at more drool and shouted into his unearthly face, “You’re not real. You’re not real!”

But he was as real as anything else in that house, and screaming at him wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference. Ridiculous again, I opened my eyes one at a time to find a stunning smile. Behind which appeared two tiny white, perfectly formed fangs.

Yikes and wow.

 I sent out another futile SOS to the girls. It’s all I could do. Ada might have stopped him if her skills extended to demons. And Flo could read his thoughts, however gruesome. Either one could keep me company while he killed me, and readied themselves to escort me through the Shadow Lands.

Tears streamed backwards, swelled in my ears, and dripped to the floor below my throat. I rubbed my arms, my muscles tensed, body trembled. I licked my lips and attempted to clear the lump taking residence there.

Overwhelmed, my body and mind no longer my own. The faint familiarity of him gave little comfort either.

Are you Loitering Stranger? Your smell is similar. But not quite right. Something’s different. Am I glad or …disappointed?

I struggled to form thoughts while breathing him in, the sweetest aroma. I’d never been this close to a man outside of dreams, and if I could get over the fear, I was not blind to appreciate being the extraordinary being above me.

Staring into the hypnotic eyes of the strange, hovering creature, a mixture of arousal and terror bubbling in my chest, I wondered whether this might be journal guy? The romance of him, his agonies, his heartbreak, all soothed me a tiny bit.

I stroked the cover, imagining the young man in love, how he’d held onto the capsule of hopes and dreams, of love letters and promises. I held the book to my breast in a makeshift hug. “Ah. Who are you?” Then, I tried to read some more.

Crikey, how is a person to make sense of this scrawl?

I flicked the pages for something legible.

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MEET Shah Wharton
She reads, reviews, blogs and writes. She's the author of The Supes Series: #1 Finding Esta - A New Adult, Urban Fantasy, and supports authors/writers on her blog, participating in book tours, running features and generally publicising the hard work of other authors. She loves theatre, stories, storytelling and spending too much time in her imagination. She lives with her husband and German Shepherd - Bobby - in Dubai. For a full bio & book details visit her author blog.

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