Hewhay Hall by Susan Roebuck Tour + Giveaway!

Woot Woot guess what? Today I am apart of the Hewhay Hall by Susan Roebuck tour! Hosted by These Paper Worlds. Now I couldn't do a review because I'm really swamped but I decided to to the next best thing. Which is an Excerpt and a giveaway! So let's learn a little about the book shall we?

Book Blurb:

An unsung hero's destiny--Slater's house of horrors.

Fire-fighter Jude Elliott loses part of his leg trying to rescue a family held

hostage during a terrorist attack. He journeys to mysterious Hewhey Hall,

where it is told there are wondrous, magical cures. Little does Jude know that

his destination is Slater The Prince of Envy's lair where demons reside and

courageous souls are tormented... Can Jude escape Slater's house of horrors, or

will he suffer for all of eternity?

Sounds pretty good right? Before I share with you the excerpt do you want to know where you can grab the book? Of Course you do =) You can find the book in these places:

Amazon

Omnilit

Barnes & Noble

Ready for the excerpt? I am!

Excerpt:

Jude stared down the hill at the glint on the water and then across to the fields

baked hard by weeks of sun. He’d followed the directions to the letter, so this was

the right place. But where was Hewhay Hall?

A row of swallows balanced on a wire stretching overhead, each facing the same

way as Jude, who rested against a five-bar gate. They too seemed to be eyeing the

fallen tree trunks that littered the overgrown path down the rocky hillside. They

were lucky—they could fly, but Jude had to hobble.

The air moved on the other side of the marshland. He didn’t imagine it. A

definite ripple, the kind that alters your vision when a migraine’s about to start.

Although the shift was fleeting, he had the idea something was down there after all,

very faint and hard to describe. The outline of a building? Or maybe just heat haze.

Whatever, he’d come this far—he’d go and investigate.

The latch and hinges on the gate were so rusted, Jude couldn’t open it. Nothing

for it, then, but to climb over. He propped his crutches against the wooden bars,

placed his hands on the top, and hauled himself up so his right leg got a footing on a

lower rung. Now he could sit on the top. He bent down, picked up what was left of

his other leg, and maneuvered it over until he straddled the gate. It creaked under

his weight. As he swung his right leg over, he teetered, tried to grab the top bar but

lost his balance and fell headlong into a bramble patch.

Prickles stabbed him as he lay on his back, his whirling gaze locked on a wiggly

jet trail in the cloudless sky. Once the world righted itself, he pushed himself up on

his elbows and extracted some of the more painful brambles before rolling onto his

right knee. His bum in the air, he hoped no one was looking and that he retained

a shred of dignity as he balanced on his right leg and wobbled his way upright. As

he tried to stand, his knee locked. He was a second away from landing back on the

ground but he grabbed an oak tree trunk for support.

Bloody hell. Wasn’t it about time they gave him a prosthesis? He bent to rub his

stump, still raw after all this time. Why wasn’t he healing?

I really enjoyed the excerpt too! Now ready for the giveaway? You better be!

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