Come The Dark: Excerpt + Giveaway

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Come, the Dark, Book 2 of the Forever Girl Series

Come, the Dark by:

Rebecca Hamilton

Genres: Fantasy, Fiction, Historical, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

361 pages

Release Date: January 6, 2015

Rose desperately wants to escape the abuse of the father who impregnated her and the dark spirits that haunt her life. Being thrust from Georgia 1961 into the era of Salem’s infamous witch trials isn’t what she had in mind, and now her daughter is left hopelessly out of reach.

The only way to return to her daughter is by facing certain death to banish the dark spirits that plague Salem. If she doesn’t eliminate these dark spirits in time, they will destroy civilization and trap her in this strange new place, ages away from her daughter.

Even if she can complete the task in time to return home to save her daughter, there’s still one problem: she’s falling in love with a man who can’t return with her. Achieving her goals will force her to choose between the only man who has never betrayed her and a daughter she can’t quite remember but will never forget.

A heart-wrenching tale of a mother’s love for her daughter, this romantic paranormal fantasy underlines the depravity of both historical and modern society while capturing the essence of sacrifice and devotion.
TRIGGER WARNING: This book deals with the sensitive subject of sexual abuse. There is a thread in the Come, the Dark forum here discussing the issue and how it is handled within the book. It is mild, happening before the story really begins, and is NOT detailed graphically.

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Rebecca Hamilton

Author Rebecca Hamilton

Rebecca Hamilton is a USA Today Bestselling Paranormal Fantasy author who also dabbles in Horror and Literary Fiction. She lives in Florida with her husband and four kids. She enjoys dancing with her kids to television show theme songs and would love the beach if it weren’t for the sand. Having a child diagnosed with autism has inspired her to illuminate the world through the eyes of characters who see things differently. She is represented by Rossano Trentin of TZLA and has been published internationally, in three languages.

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COME THE DARK EXCERPT

It is dusk I will miss most. The sun low, large, and burning orange against the horizon. The sky ochre and violet. Tonight is almost too warm to be winter. Having already let in too much light, I drop the corner of muslin sheet covering my window, and it falls back into place. On day I may forget the feel of this time of day, may forget the cool, earthy smell of these hours.

Even after night has settled, I must stay indoors, waiting until the windows in town go black, until all that remains is the sulfur of snuffed candles. Though my doors and windows are shut, the cool breeze carries through the crack beneath the door, bringing with it the smell of night, the music of animals in the forest. Each shift of temperature plays over my skin as the dark cools the earth.

I’ve always felt trapped in Salem—-and with myself—-but now I am also trapped by the acuteness of my senses.

When the dark has come, I sneak out to the forest trails, ready to make my way back to William and Tess. Tonight, the moon is as bright as the sun, but the world is shadowed in a bluish cool.

The Morts are everywhere, peeking from behind bushes and cluttering the open spaces as though they themselves are the trees that make the forest. An owl screeches in the distance, but it sounds closer, right in my ear. I freeze, looking around. At my feet, a dead bird. I look closer, frowning. Verity would call that bad luck. But I don’t have much time to think about Verity, because just as I’m stepping around the poor thing, a pain stabs in my stomach. I brace myself against an old oak, coughing.

What’s wrong with me?

 

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