Ruth E Parlour’s Earth Angel Blog Tour

Ruth is another incredible supporter who I can always count on to comment on my blog or offer encourgement via twitter and guess what? Now her indepedently published book, Earth Angel, is ready for release! She’s stopped her on my blog with a beautiful snipit:

‘You know, there’s a young girl very distraught after you broke her nose,’ said a voice from the shadows. Gabrielle and Oz stopped as the tall, blond watchman emerged from someone’s doorway.

‘She tried to steal from me,’ Gabrielle retorted innocently.

‘So that’s why you’re running?’ The watchman raised his eyebrows as he examined Gabrielle; searching for a weapon. She noticed his stare and glared back.

‘We’re just in a hurry to get home,’ Oz announced, the lie tumbled out his mouth like a schoolboy, as nonchalant as the truth.

‘Looks like you’ve been through a war,’ said the watchman. His tone was sociable but obviously forced. Gabrielle knew she looked starved and scarred. She shrugged, deciding she would fight the man if she had to. The watchman’s gaze fell upon her gemstone pendant. She watched as his eyes widened and confusion clouded his face. Angels wear pendants like that.

Gabrielle stood strong and tense like a loaded bow. Oz knew that expression, it was the pre-emptive I’m-going-to-hurt-someone glare.

The watchman stood forward.

‘Both of you are coming to the command post with me,’ he said, regaining his composure.

Like a hare Oz split down the street.

‘Hey…!’ the guard cried, jolting into action. His attention diverted away from Gabrielle, which was his first mistake.

With a well-aimed lunge Gabrielle crashed low into the watchman, throwing his already unstable balance. She whisked the blade from his boot and pressed the cold steel under his chin. The watchman, stooped from his stumble, froze as Gabrielle pushed him against the wall, the blade cut down on his skin.

‘Going to kill me?’ He asked, blue eyes fixed on her.

‘If I have to,’ she growled. ‘Give me your sword.’

‘What?’ he asked but she replied with more pressure on the knife. ‘Fine, here.’ He slowly slid the long sword from its scabbard around his belt and presented the hilt to Gabrielle. When her eyes looked down he pushed forward, grabbing the hilt of his sword, the blade slipped from his throat drawing a red line. The forgotten knife clattered to the floor but Gabrielle had hold of the sword and she pulled back, stretching the man’s reach into her centre as she twisted her hands so the blade pointed up. It narrowly missed the watchman but forced him to let go. Gabrielle swung the sword low at his legs. He tried to dodge but the blade neatly sliced his shin and with a cry he fell to the floor clutching the wound as hot blood began to flow. She wouldn’t kill him, not on her first day of freedom. She left and sprinted after Oz, the watchman’s sword still clasped tightly in her hands.

‘Help!’ the man cried, curled on the cold floor. ‘Alert the watch!’ he yelled, voice breaking. But no one was around in this dark little street, and no one chose to hear him.

Her beautiful prose and imagery really grab you in this action-packaged passage. If you’re interested in reading Earth Angel, leave a comment here or contact me on twitter and if you’re the first person, you’ll get a promotional code to enjoy this adventure on Smashwords for free!

Ruth was born in North Yorkshire and grew up in country Durham, North East England. She is a fantasy writer for young adults and occasionally write short stories. She is currently studying a masters degree in digital arts and design at Teesside after obtaining her BA in interior design.

She especially love bunnies, and has a cheeky lop called Bandit and one day hopes to be a fosterer for unwanted bunnies.

To purchase your copy of Earth Angel, here’s where it is available:

 Amazon UK  ~ Amazon US  ~  Smashwords