Hello! Today I am posting a book blitz of Darkness Shifting by Sarah L. Blair ( I absolutely love the cover btw). This very special post includes not only more information about the book and the author, and an interview with the author via podcast (*provided for me*); but also 2 excerpts from this beautiful book! All the purchase links are provided, as well as where you can find Sarah online. Also, there is also a deal on Amazon to get Darkness Shifting for only $0.99, so make sure to get it asap before the deal expires.
Darkness Shifting is the first book in the Tides of Darkness Series.
Paranormal Investigator, Sidney Lake doesn’t jump at shadows. The weird stuff is her jurisdiction. When the mangled body of a supposedly extinct creature turns up in New York City’s subway system, she’s number one on the Medical Examiner’s speed dial.
But this case hits too close to home when clues point her toward the truth about her parents’ brutal murder twelve years ago. Her boss Mitchell Harris, questions whether she should continue to investigate. However, Sidney insists on facing her greatest fears and putting her parents’ memory to rest once and for all.
What she uncovers sheds a light on secrets that reach further into the darkness than she ever wanted to go… and leads her to a future she never imagined.
She smelled it before she saw it.
Like always, the stink of the crime scene crept ahead of the gory view. Sidney Lake knew this one was bad; the meaty smell of torn flesh, the copper scent of blood, mixed with the tinge of electricity buzzing from the third rail of the subway tracks below, the putrid smell of an opened bowel swirled with the filth of scavenging rats.
It all made her very glad she hadn’t had time for breakfast when she’d gotten the call.
“Sorry about the late hour,” Dr. Tom Fellows said.
New York City’s Medical Examiner lifted the yellow caution tape marking off the crime scene to let Sidney under.
“It’s not late anymore. It’s early.” She grabbed the paper cup of coffee out of his hand and took a slug. It was cold and sour. She gagged. “Ugh. How long have you been down here, anyway?”
She’d rolled out of bed, thrown her trench coat over jeans and a black sweater, slipped on her favorite black steel-toed boots, and come straight down. There was never time for proper grooming or coffee when Tom called.
“Too long.” The medical examiner took his cup back, finished the last swig, and tossed it in a wire trash can.
Tom would have made a good linebacker thirty years ago, if he’d been taller. Instead, he’d chosen the lab over sports. Now his shoulders had a curve to them that never went away. A result of decades of being hunched over a table dissecting cadavers.
“What have you got?” Sidney asked.
“I was hoping you could tell me,” Tom said.
He removed his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and perched them perched on his nose again as they made their way down the long connecting corridor toward a part of the subway most New Yorkers never bothered taking the time to see: the abandoned City Hall Station. It was the first subway stop opened to the public in 1904, a legend for its intricate mosaics and architecture.
“You’re the medical examiner. I thought identifying bodies was part of your job description.”
The fluorescent lighting bounced off the white tiles and she figured it was no wonder Tom had lost track of time. The stark and seemingly endless tunnel reminded her of the hallways at the morgue where she was used to watching Dr. Fellows work. Except the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner didn’t have graffitied ads for one-time use toothbrushes and torn up movie posters plastered in the hallways.
Tom gave her a lopsided grin. “Wouldn’t have called you in for any run-of-the-mill homicide, would I? The weird stuff is your jurisdiction.”
Sidney opened her mouth to tell Tom exactly where he could put his weird cases this early in the morning, but they reached the platform and she saw the source of the awful stench.
about the author:
Sarah L. Blair earned a BA in Creative Writing from the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. While spending a semester abroad at Swansea University in Wales she traveled to nearby Bath and Glastonbury often, drawing inspiration for her writing from the myths and legends surrounding the area. Sarah now resides just north of Atlanta, Georgia with her husband, their two children, and chihuahua. Writing is her first passion, but she also enjoys sewing, tater tots, catching up on her teetering TBR pile, and hanging out on her porch drinking sweet tea.
A door at the back of the room next to the fireplace opened before Mitch could answer. The man who emerged wasn’t quite as tall as Mitch, but as soon as he stepped through the door, his presence seemed to expand to fill the enormous space.
Sidney didn’t need to be introduced. It was very clear who this man was.
At first glance, his shoulder length hair was jet black, but when he stepped into the light it picked up gold and orange tones from the fire and she saw that it was actually a very dark brown. It reminded her of pure chocolate falling in loose waves around his square face, ending in stark contrast with the edge of his pristine, white collar.
His eyes were the same dark liquid brown as his hair. She could tell the second she met his gaze that this man didn’t feel the need to impress anyone. His deep set eyes were soft, holding a hint of amusement, as if he didn’t have to think about what she might do or say because he already knew.
“I apologize for the wait. Mitchell, it’s good to see you again.” The voice that came out of his mouth was unexpected and familiar at the same time. It sounded British, but it was more rugged than the Queen’s English.
In all her years at boarding school in the UK, she hadn’t heard anything like it. It held lilting notes of Welsh, but there were gruff hints of a Highland brogue in there as well. She recalled hearing it at one point in the hospital, but she didn’t remember actually meeting him.
The men shook hands as if they’d been pals in grade school.
Sidney stayed behind Mitch, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She could see Dimitrius better up close and noticed that his nose had the smallest rise along the middle of the bridge; it hadn’t healed properly after a break. A slight cleft cut through his chin. He had a ragged scar at the edge of his hairline, and another one on the left side of his neck below his ear that disappeared under the back of his collar.
The top two buttons of his shirt had been left undone, as if he intended to draw her gaze downward. He wasn’t wearing an undershirt, so it was easy to see the outline of his well-toned chest and the tarnished silver pendant that rested right below the dip of his collarbone, tied to his neck with a narrow leather strap. It was some kind of old coin or a stamped crest.
Now that he was even closer, the scent evolved into something more distinct; Sidney picked out the smell of horses, sweat, blood, even the smoky flavor of fire and pitch.
He smelled like a warrior.
“Ms. Lake, at last we meet.” That voice again, softer and gentler than what a battle-hardened warrior should sound like. She wanted to curl up and listen to him read page after page of Internet search results. “I’ve heard wonderful things about you.”
“I’m sure the chief was exaggerating.” It was like being sucked into a whirlpool and Mitch had suddenly become her safety net. Knowing he was right there with the line of his body pressed against hers made her feel more grounded.
“On the contrary…“Dimitrius gave her an unabashed head-to-toe assessment. He offered his hand. She didn’t want to take it, but she couldn’t be rude.
She returned the handshake much more firmly than she’d done with his assistant. It was the same grip she used to make Williams go weak in the knees and beg for mercy when she was mad at him.
It had no effect whatsoever on Dimitrius. Instead, she felt what could only be described as electricity, an actual current running between them where their skin touched. His eyes narrowed, and she wondered if he felt it too.
“He hasn’t done you justice at all,” he said. “Dimitrius Arturus Roman, at your service.”
He leaned forward at the waist and raised her hand toward his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on hers. A whisper of something brushed across her fingers, like an invisible string wrapping around her hand, curling its way up her wrist. She felt his pulse in her palm, saw it throbbing at his neck millimeters from the edge of the scar. She wanted to lick her tongue over it to find out if he tasted as good as he smelled.
That last thought brought her back to herself. She jerked her hand away before he could touch his lips to her skin. It all happened in an instant. Dimitrius stood there, tilted forward holding nothing but air.
author interview podcast:
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I hope you enjoyed this book blitz on Darkness Shifting by Sarah L. Blair! I will provide the purchase links again here so you can check out this book if you haven’t already. Also, there is currently a sale for $0.99 on Amazon, so make sure you get Darkness Shifting asap!
~~~ Jordan <3