Title: Heartless
Author: Kelly Martin
Genre: YA Paranormal
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s
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Blurb:
Who is really the monster?
For thirteen years, Gracen Sullivan dreamed about a red-eyed demon named Hart Blackwell who
tortured her every night. Her mother freaked when she found out about her daughter's "hallucinations"
and forced Gracen to go to the doctor, who prescribed some very powerful medication which kept Hart
out of her head for five years.
A week ago, Hart came back and brought a friend.
But something has changed, and Gracen is seeing Hart when she's awake too. And the other
"friends" in her dreams? They have been found dead.
The police want to talk to her.
Her boyfriend has become distant.
Her dreams are becoming more and more intense.
Hell wants her.
Heaven has to stop her.
When push comes shoving, can Gracen fight the evil eating away inside her or will she be forced
to embrace it and destroy the world?
Kelly Martin
writes paranormal, contemporary, historical, and YA fiction. She has been married for over ten years and
has three rowdy, angelic daughters. When she's not writing, she loves taking picture of abandoned
houses, watching horror gamers on YouTube-- even though she's a huge wimp-- and drinking decaf
white chocolate mochas. She's a total fangirl, loves the 80s and 90s, and has a sad addiction to
paranormal TV shows. {Basically, she likes creepy stuff.} Her favorite characters are the very flawed
'good guys'--and 'bad guys' who don't know they are evil. She loves giving her readers books with
unexpected twists and turns, but (here's a hint) most of her books have the ending spelled out in the
first chapter. See if you can figure it out.
If you ever have a question or comment, feel free to email her at kellymartin215 @ yahoo . com ♥ You
can follow her writing adventure at www.kellymartinbooks.com
Author Links:
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Heartless (Book One): http://amzn.to/1P8YzVI
Soulless (Book Two): http://amzn.to/1Uu1ijs
Breathless (Book Three) Coming in September 4th,
2016
Part of me is afraid I'm going
crazy.
Part of me is scared I'm not, because if I'm
not, if what is going on in my nightmares is real, then I've got 99 more problems to deal
with.
That's why I can't tell Tina. It's why I can't tell
anybody. There is something inside me that will not allow me to have a meaningful conversation with
people. It's like part of me is missing. Not just the scary part either. It's like I'm missing some important
part of myself that everybody else has and God forgot to put inside me. Like everyone else has a nice
awesome soul and I have… Hart.
So not a fair trade.
I sit up straighter and place my hands on the
keyboard, ready to tell Tina something without telling her anything at all. It's how humans
communicate, right? I'll tell her that, yeah, I'm having some anxiety issues. It's the second full week of
college, of living with Sam, of being away from home. College assignments are different from high
school, and I'm a little stressed about doing well on them. I won't tell her about Sam or the weird fight
we had last night. Almost like he wanted to pick it so I'd go upstairs and leave him alone. I'll tell her it's
anxiety and not that I haven't slept more than two hours a night in a week. I'll tell her a lot of things
because she is my friend and that's what friends do.
They lie to each other so they can make each
other feel good.
@sullyGray I'm fine. Really.
Just Monday morning, kwim? I'm ready for it to be Friday again.
Whoot!
@tinaM Tell me about it! Mondays are so
hard! Gotta go. Talk to you later. Have a great day!
@sullyGray You too!!!!!!
And then I add some smiley emoticons,
because that's just what a person does. I hit send and lean back in my computer
chair. Monday morning. Time for Professor Mitchell's class. Time to see Marcy, AKA the
best Teacher's Assistant in the world, and listen to the professor talk about some random event that
happened in the Civil War. Because that's what he does. He talks about random events that didn't
matter to anybody but does it in such a way that you care. Professor Mitchell is one of those teachers
who just makes you want to learn, makes you want to listen. He has something special about him.
Something no other teacher has had, and I've only had him three times. I have his
class Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. A great way to start the week, and a great
way to end it.
Can't exactly say enough about Professor
Mitchell. I mean, he's him.
Sweet, intelligent, awesome, and at least
twenty years older than me. Handsome in that old guy way. Not that I'd want
anything to do with him—not in that way. Not feelin' that, but I know some other people in the class
wouldn't mind.
The professor loves talking about the Civil
War. More than just the war, the families involved, the real people behind the "Hollywood machine," as
he calls it.
I shut down my computer and stretch in my
chair. Yeah, it's Monday, but it'll be a good Monday. It will. I'll go to class with a positive
attitude. I'll listen. I'll take notes. I'll text Sam—funny how he's not sent me one before now—and I'll be
happy.
Or, at the very least, I'll pretend to be
happy.
That's all people really want,
right?
Sunshine. Marcy, the T.A. for Professor
Mitchell. Tina. Sam—somewhere. I'm living my life. I'm moving on. I'm totally ignoring Hart, who is
currently whispering in my head about candles.
I'm fine.
I'm totally normal.
