Thursday, November 20, 2014

Until You Find Me by Amber Hart - Blog Tour & Giveaway

Until You Find Me
Until You Find Me # 1
By: Amber Hart
Releasing November 11th, 2014
Loveswept: Flirt

Amber Hart pushes contemporary romance to its wildest limits in this heart-pounding novel, the story of a girl who travels to Africa to protect the legacy of one man . . . and stays for the love of another.

Raven Moore, a twenty-year-old college student from Michigan, feels out of place in the beautiful, treacherous jungles of Cameroon, staying in the habitat where her father gave his life to help protect endangered gorillas. He left home years ago; now Raven refuses to return home until she unravels the truth about his last days.

Raven certainly doesn’t count on crossing paths with a handsome young hunter—especially one as charismatic and intense as Jospin Tondjii. Instantly, she’s hooked. But Jospin is hiding a dark truth: He is the heir to a powerful poaching empire, part of a ruthless black market that is responsible for the dwindling gorilla population.

Their fathers may have been enemies, but Raven and Jospin forge a bond that goes beyond blood, a relationship that is tested as Raven draws closer to the source of her father’s death. Can she and Jospin bear the weight of the secrets of the wild—and the secrets of their pasts? Or will the rain forest destroy them both?

Advance praise for Until You Find Me

“If you think the jungle is hot and dangerous, wait until you meet Jospin. He and Raven turn up the heat to scorching and burn the jungle down!”—Lisa Desrochers, USA Today bestselling author of A Little Too Far

“A beautiful, unconventional story that takes you to the jungles of Africa to fall in love, Until You Find Me contains the perfect balance of angst, thrills, and page-turning appeal.”—K.A. Tucker, USA Today bestselling author of Ten Tiny Breaths

“Wonderfully unique and utterly unputdownable, Until You Find Me is a breath of fresh air. Each page is sexier than the one before.”—Lauren Layne, author of Isn’t She Lovely

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Then comes a voice.
“Who are you?” it asks from behind me.
I spin. Find myself peering down at her steely eyes.
None of your business.
A poacher.
A man of the jungle.
Any of these would be correct, but I tell her my name instead.
She studies me. “Why are you here?”
“Why are you here?”
“You first,” she retorts.
Her lips are perfectly pouted. Her eyes are knives, cutting through reason.
I should not be talking to her. Father has forbidden such a thing, interacting with a habitat worker.
“I live here,” I say.
“Then I’m sorry for you,” she replies.
Fiery for such a little thing.
“Why are you here?” I ask, inching closer.
“That’s none of your business.” Her voice is stern.
Something about her presence doesn’t fit. I step around her. Walk toward the spot where she was throwing spears. She shouldn’t be this far from the habitat. By the sound of footfall, I know she’s following me.
My eyes take inventory before she has a chance to cover her trail. One jagged rock. A million splinters of wood like confetti covering the ground.
“You’re making weapons?” I ask, surprised.
“You’re asking too many questions,” she replies. But she doesn’t deny it.
I watch the way her hair reflects strips of sunlight.
“I thought you were part of the habitat.” The words tumble out of my mouth. It doesn’t matter what she’s a part of, really. No matter who she is, I ought to stay away from this girl.
Her head tilts to the side, exposing part of her neck. “How do you know about the habitat?” she asks.
There’s something in the way she asks it.
“Everyone around here does.” I shrug. Offer no more information.
“Do you work for them?” she asks.
A laugh escapes my throat.
“No,” I answer. “Not even a little bit.”
How does she not know that I have nothing to do with the habitat? Despite having been here for over a month, she’s clearly not well informed about the workings of the habitat. Which brings me back to my question: Why is she here?
A girl. In the jungle. Who makes weapons by hand. Who may or may not belong to the habitat.
“Do you work for them?” I ask.
“No,” she says.
“I don’t understand.” I am speaking more to myself than to her, but she responds immediately.
“You don’t need to understand.”
I grin. “Okay. Where do you stay, then?”
Her good hand rests on her hip. Her fingers almost touch her belly button. “Why? So you can spy on me more?”
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. “No.”
My eyes slide to her bag. Arrowheads and spears poke out, sharp, like the tips of scorpion tails. Not bad for being made by hand. And only one hand, at that.
The girl shifts sideways, blocking my view.
“You never told me your name,” I say.
“You need to go,” she replies.
“I’ll go when you tell me your name.”
One finger taps against her hip. A tic.
“Fine,” she says. “Raven. My name is Raven.”
Like the bird. Strong, like her personality. Nothing like the color of her hair or skin.
“I could teach you to make better weapons,” I say. I don’t even regret the offer. I need to know more about her.
“No, thanks.” She doesn’t hesitate.
I shrug. “I could teach you how to throw better.”
A line creases her forehead. Frustration, if I had to name it.
She turns her back to me. Lifts her bag of weapons. She makes it look easy, hoisting the strap atop her uninjured shoulder. I know it’s anything but easy. A gorilla attack will leave you sore for months. Which makes me wonder how her expression can stay normal when she pivots to face me. She makes it seem as though she’s carrying paper.
But her eyes betray the pain she’s in.
“You sure?” I give her a chance to change her mind.
“Okay,” I say, reaching a hand behind my back.
She turns. Walks away. I wait just long enough. Then flick my wrist. A knife sharp enough to slice through her cuts the air in half. It barely misses her face. Embeds in the tree trunk in front of her.
Raven gasps and spins to face me, her bag bumping against her side.
I am twenty feet away. Now she knows my aim is impeccable. Now she sees my weapons are perfect.
“If you change your mind, you can find me here,” I say.

Amber Hart is the author of Before You and Until You Find Me. She grew up in Orlando, Florida, and Atlanta, Georgia, and now resides on the Florida coastline with her family. When not reading, she can be found writing, daydreaming, or dipping her toes in the sand.

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