Monday, 22 July 2013

Book Tour: Touching Melody by RaShelle Workman Excerpt and Giveaway

Title: Touching Melody 
Author: RaShelle Workman
Series: Forever First #1 
Publication date:  June 2013 
Genre: New Adult Contemporary

Maddie Martin's first weekend at college is nothing like she's used to. It's wild, like the wilderness on which the University of Bellam Springs sits. Roped into going to a frat party, she literally runs into Kyle Hadley. The boy she's loved since she was nine. The boy she promised all of her firsts to. But that was before his father killed her parents. 

Determined to stay away from him, she throws herself into her music. Practicing piano eases her heavy heart, calms the sadness, and pushes away images of Kyle's face. 

Until it doesn't. 

Her music professor asks her to play a duet for their annual Graduation Gala. Doing so means she'll be assured another full ride scholarship. It's an opportunity she can't pass up. 

But Kyle is the other half of the duet. And that means hours and hours of practicing. 

Days and months of seclusion - just the two of them. And it's more than just music. It's passion like Maddie never believed was possible. 

The inevitable happens. She falls in love with him all over again. 

But, will loving him be enough to erase all the hate in her heart for his father? Can she look at him, and not see the evil in his family tree?

And maybe it's all a set up. Maybe Kyle is only pretending to care so he can finish what his father started, and kill her too.


RaShelle Workman is the bestselling author of the Dead Roses series ("Sleeping Roses" is being translated into Turkish, and will be available in print wherever Turkish books are sold in 2014), the Immortal Essence series, and the Blood and Snow series. She's sold over two hundred thousand copies of her novels worldwide in the past year, including Japan, Canada, and Europe. You can find RaShelle all over the web, but the best place to start is on her blog:

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The tattoo studio is covered in art. It’s on the walls, the worktops, everywhere. Two guys are behind the counter, sitting in black chairs, while the artists do their work. The repetitive noise of the guns, jabbing needles into skin over and over, fills the room.

A guy is getting a word tattooed on one of his biceps. Not sure what it says, but the artist has completed an F and is working on the U. The other guy’s ink is nearly finished. His is a blade with a snake winding around it. Both men have blank, faraway expressions.

I know that look, and I envy them momentarily.

“Come on,” Tony says, eyeing the others. “Let’s go back here.”

I follow Tony through the open area and down the hall. He closes the bright yellow privacy curtain and faces me. “Maddelena, right? Take off your shirt and lie back.”

“It’s Maddie,” I say nervously. I’ve done this before, but I’m still edgy, mostly because Tony’s a new guy. Raffie, the guy who did my other tattoos, is on a required leave of absence, and won’t be back for three to five years—two with good behavior. I can’t wait that long.

He grunts his acknowledgement. 

Taking the scrunchie from my wrist, I pull my dark hair into a high bun. Yank off my gray tank, exposing pale skin and a white bra. I grimace at the cold air. It makes my skin tighten, prickle with goose bumps.

I’m grateful. Because I know what happens next. I’m anxious. Excited, even.

Today is an anniversary, and not one filled with happiness, balloons, and good feelings. Seven years ago today I found their bodies. Seven years ago I found them dead. It feels like yesterday. The pain is raw and rips at my heart. Scratching. Shredding. My lips and hands tremble at the pain. It’s going to swallow me, eat me alive from the inside, claw through my veins and sinews like a deadly virus. 

I want to shout at Tony. Tell him to hurry. Scream, “I can’t take any more,” that I need pain to redden my skin, make the outside hurt as much as the inside. 

His brows crunch together and he’s staring at me, at my already inked up skin.

“Is there a problem?” My teeth are clenched. They have to be because if I open my mouth, something other than words will come out. Sobs. Or worse.

His lips press together in a thin line. “No,” he answers, but his attitude tells me he’s lying.


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  1. Filia Oktarina25 July 2013 at 05:44

    look sweet read, i am wanna read this book!!

  2. Nurmawati Djuhawan25 July 2013 at 08:40

    thx u for this amazing giveaway :)


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