Friday, August 2, 2013

*Blitz*Scorched Treachery by Rebecca L. Ethington

Scorched Treachery by Rebecca L. Ethington
Series: Imdalind #3
Publication date: July 12th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

While Joclyn is trapped in the tormenting hell of Cail’s mind, the battle around her only continues to grow and spread.
Edmund has infiltrated the underground hallways of Prague, guiding the massacre that would end the lives of the last of the great magical race. In her attempts to stop him, Wynifred has been captured and her magic restrained. Chained up in the ancient dungeons of Prague, her fate is left in the hands of her father, who has tried to kill her before.
With Ryland’s screams and Sain’s fragmented sights as her only company, Wyn must rely on something that has been hidden deep inside of her for centuries to help them break free.
Ilyan’s whole life has been building up to one purpose. Protect the Silnỳ. He knows what he must do, and he has no doubt in his ability to do so.
But when his father’s magic removes Joclyn’s mind from her body, he is left protecting the shell of the one person he loves. Desperate to find a way to break her free of her prison, he makes a choice. And that one choice changes everything.
Now, Ilyan finds himself bound to Joclyn in a way that he never knew to be possible.
They say that blood is thicker than water, but Black Water burns, and Ilyan’s heart may not be strong enough to keep it pumping through his veins and give the girl he loves back into his brother’s care.
Even if he can, it may not be safe to do so.

Scorched Treachery is the third book in The Imdalind Series

Clean Young-Adult Paranormal Romance
Language: Low
Violence: Moderate
Sexual Content: Low to None


Rebecca Ethington has been telling stories since she was small. First, with writing crude scripts, and then on stage with years of theatrical performances. The Imdalind Series is her first stint into the world of literary writing. Rebecca is a mother to two, and wife to her best friend of 14 years. She was born and raised in the mountains of Salt Lake City, and hasn’t found the desire to leave yet. Her days are spent writing, running, and enjoying life with her amazing family.

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Ryland- “I’m sorry, Wyn,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m sorry, I got so mad. I just can’t see the lies from reality anymore.” He dropped me and smiled. “My brain is a mess. All I can remember is Joclyn, but the details are all fuzzy.”

 “Run!” I screamed, when I was within distance.
Sain looked up at me, confused for only a moment before he turned and bolted down the hall, toward the large chapel.
I didn’t slow my speed for landing. I flew right into the courtyard, my hard landing exploding bricks into the air at the rough impact. I straightened myself and turned to face the courtyard just beyond the gates.
The few tourists in the courtyard looked through the rubble, for the most part, confusion covering their faces.
Edmund was right behind me. I set my jaw and raised my hand, a shimmering shield flowing from my fingers to cover the large opening of the golden gate.
My magic surged out of me as it spread in a curtain between the giant arches. I looked through the magical barrier to see Edmund change his course in order to intercept me.
Edmund was almost here, and the shield had not set yet. I pushed harder, my teeth clenching as I grunted through the pressure, yelling as the exertion hit its maximum and my magic pushed and pulled to escape from me.
My mouth opened as I screamed, the shield setting itself into the stone the moment Edmund’s body hit hard against the barrier. The impact of his collision rumbled through me, shooting me away from the shield and slamming me into the high wall behind me.
I straightened myself the same moment Edmund did, his jaw as set as mine as he turned to face me. Edmund’s eyes stared into mine, the whites blood shot with anger and power. I had never seen him this worked up. I could tell at once that this shield would only hold for a matter of minutes once he decided to come at me.
Edmund uncoiled his body as he faced me, his hand lifting to his face. A large chunk of his arm was missing, the edges blackened with ash. Even with all of my power, that was all I had been able to accomplish against him.
He smiled at me as he bit down on his finger, the one I had burned off all those centuries ago, the replacement forcibly taken from one of his many servants. He bit down on it and pulled, the flesh separating slowly, his hand dripping with blood as he ripped the finger from his hand.
“I have a present for you, Wynifred,” he sneered, his breathing shallow as some power-based insanity threatened to take over him.
“Keep it,” I spat, turning from him.


If you were a superhero what would your name be? You know those Meme’s that go around Facebook; ‘the color of your shirt and the thing to you left is your super hero name’? Well, one time I came up with ‘The Blue St. Bernard’ and I thought it was so silly I kinda want to keep it. I don’t know what my super hero powers would be because all my Bernard does is sleep and lick my face… but it’s still a cool name.
One food you would never eat?
Shellfish, I have an excuse because my husband is deathly allergic, but really it just boils down to being mucus pre-cooking. I have a strict anti-mucus policy.
Tell us your most rewarding experience since being published.
Fan mail. Really. I really love to hear from people who have read the book, how much they enjoyed it etc. etc. I get all mushed over every time.
Can you see yourself in any of your characters?
Joclyn and I both adore hoodies. I actually mourn summer simply because it means I can’t wear a comfy hoodie for five months.
What movie and/or book are you looking forward to this year?
Iron Man 3 – I’ve got a thing for Iron Man.
I get called everything from Bec, to Becky, to Beckster. It’s only been since I have accepted myself as an adult that people began calling me Rebecca.
If someone wrote a book about your life, what would the title be?
The Basement
What TV show/movie/book do you watch/read that you'd be embarrassed to admit
? I’m not sure I am truly embarrassed, but I love The IT Crowd
What is your favorite way to spend a rainy day? Inside, reading, with windows open. I love the smell of rain almost as much as I love the smell of books.
How long do you generally let a story idea ‘marinate’ in your brain before you start the book?
It depends I focus more on fleshing out characters. Once the characters are very concrete and I’ve got a decent story arch plot tends to come naturally.
What do you think of book trailers?
I made one for Kiss of Fire, and not only was it a very big pain to make, it looked awful. I know, personally, I don’t really watch them, so I haven’t made one for Eyes of Ember. We will have to see what the outcome of that choice is.
Something your readers would never guess about you.
I am really shy and actually hate talking about my books. I think it’s embarrassing. My future Sister-In-Law read it on the sly and asked me about it, told me she liked it and my response was… ummm okay. Fail.
What words or expression do you overuse?
Chuckle, My Heart, Quietly – I am getting better at flushing them out though. I really do want to become a better writer, and I think expanding your word usage is step one to accomplishing that.
What is your favorite scene in the book?
When Ilyan takes Joclyn dancing in Santa Fe. You really start to get to know Ilyan, and see Jos come out of her shell.
Do your characters really talk to you? Not in a crazy way, but I definitely get nudges about what is supposed to happen. Like Joclyn’s father, there were aspects of him that even hit me right out of left field. I like it when that happens though, every time they make perfect sense and actually enhance the story. I think it’s because my characters are so stable, I know what they would do and how they will react. It makes everything more believable.
Are you for or against books being made into movies?
It seems to be the ‘it’ thing to do lately doesn’t it? I think its fine as long as the author retains creative license. I have seen some book to movie transitions that have been awful! They really need to stay true to the original work. As long as they do that I am for it!

Guest Post :)

Falling in love for the first time…
The year was 1860. I was sitting on a bench with several of my acquaintances discussing the festivities for the ball that was to occur that weekend when I saw what can only be described as the most handsome gentleman in our small village. He was proper as he hung the banner for the ball, his brow covered with sweat as his muscles pulsed against his suspenders.
I immediately inquired of my friends about who this handsome stranger may be, only to learn that he was the newly arrived brother of one of the most disagreeable girls in our circle. Alas! Was true love not to be?
But no, it seems we were destined. For he too, saw my beauty and sought me out for his own, the affections of which I heartily accepted…
Wait a second…
I am actually married to my first love. Of course there were guys in between, but my darling husband returned to me after several years… and as for before… I met him when I was fifteen and we were both volunteering at a local Living History Museum – so I guess the above story is correct, there was just probably a lot more giggling involved…
What power would you love to have?
Like a super power? Dude. I would love to fly. Terror of heights aside, flying would be pretty amazing. When I was little I used to have dreams about flying all the time. Flying over buildings, flying through the apartment I grew up in. I guess my subconscious mind really loves the idea of flight. Which, when you think about it, is pretty preposterous. I mean, there is no logical way to have one man flight occur.
But still, I would really love to fly. I guess I am a bigger believer in magic than I thought.
Getting in the zone to write.
Getting in the writing zone, for me, is a lot easier then it probably should be. I have two little kids and my husband works upwards of sixty hours a week so a nanny is vital not only for my writing, but also my sanity.
Once my nanny (AKA super helpful sister-in-law) shows up I grab some juice, a gallon of water, and retreat to my former toy room where I loudly jam to Imagine Dragons or Sanford and Sons and just write.
Once I get in the groove it is really hard for me to stop and more often than not I will have written about ten thousand words before my sister-in-law comes pounding on my door telling me that she has to leave.
I guess I zone out a little too much

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