Airel Arson Pyxis Blog Tour – Guest Post & 3 eBook Giveaway

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Most of K.C. Neal’s days are filled with some combination of writing, reading, gardening, working, and watching stuff on Netflix with her husband and their maltipoo, Oscar. She has an irrational fixation with L.A., and during occasional trips there she pretends her life is more glamorous than it really is (“Entourage” is her guilty pleasure). She likes to surf and hang out on sandy beaches, where drinks are served adorned with tiny umbrellas.

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GUEST POST by K.C. Neal

In Pyxis: The Discovery, main character Corinne lives in the small town of Tapestry. She’s a sophomore in high school, works at her dad’s café, and hangs out with her best friend Angeline.

When Corinne uses some of her grandmother’s food dyes in her bake sale cakes, things start to get strange. The people who buy her cakes act differently toward her–paying her a lot more attention than usual– and she suspects the colored liquids she used to dye the frosting aren’t food dyes at all. When life gets weird, you need your best friend there with you to help you figure it out, and in this excerpt, Corinne and Angeline are trying to work out exactly what’s going on.

            Ang had the pyxis on the bed, and she was peering at the bottles in it.

            “You know,” she said. “It seems like it would be a good idea to learn more about these liquids.”

            “Well, yeah,” I said. “That was the whole reason I went to see Harriet Jensen. And that pretty much blew up in my face.”

            She frowned and tapped her finger against her lower lip. “You already used the blue and the yellow at the bake sale. So we know that at least people who eat some aren’t going to die or anything. I’m just thinking maybe we should do a small experiment.”

            “Really?”

            “Harriet seems to know something about the bottles, and we’re at a disadvantage because we don’t.”

            “True. What kind of experiment?”

            “Well, first we should try to come up with a hypothesis,” Ang said. “That means you need to try and remember everybody who bought petits fours from you, which color they got, and if something about them changed afterward.”

            I snickered, and it felt good to have something to laugh at. “A hypothesis? You’re such a nerd.”

            “Whatever. Focus, this is important. Do you have a notebook or something?” She tried to look stern, but a smile crept across her lips.

            I found a steno notebook I sometimes used to write down my homework assignments, and my favorite purple gel pen. I sat next to Ang on the bed and handed them to her. For the next half hour, I strained to recall all of my bake sale customers, what they’d bought, and how they’d acted afterward. I was surprised that I came up with a decent list.

            “Okay, I’m pretty sure that’s all I got,” I said, rubbing my temples. “See anything that says ‘hypothesis’ to you?”

             She chewed her lower lip and scanned her notes for a few seconds. “Well, some of the guys who bought the blue ones were definitely being weird toward you. Andy and Jordan, obviously. Then the other guys at the cove who were totally checking you out the whole time. But there are just as many who bought the blue cakes and didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. That we saw, anyway.”

            I groaned and looked at the ceiling. “This isn’t helping us at all. What about the yellows?”

            “Not much better,” Ang said. “Hannah and Genevieve were the only ones who stood out as being weird, with their sudden love of your hair and your baking skills.”

            She giggled, and I snorted a laugh.

            “And it’s totally possible that Sophie put them up to it and it was all fake,” I said.

            “I still think we should do a test.”

            “The experiment?”

            “Yes.” Ang flipped to a new page and started jotting some notes. “I think we should keep making observations about the people who are acting weird. But we should also make a few more cupcakes or something with the blue and the yellow, and pick people to give them to.”

            “Are you serious? I can’t believe you want to do this.”

            “I know.” She sighed heavily. “I don’t feel good about it at all, but it just seems like we need to gain an edge here. I mean, we don’t know anything about these bottles, or the list of names, or Harriet Jensen. And … all this is kind of scaring me.”

            “So it’s like a necessary sacrifice?”

            “Exactly.” She narrowed her eyes.

Another important person in Corinne’s life is Mason, a guy who’s been her friend since they were five years old. They don’t know it yet, but their destinies are closely tied together. Here, they begin to understand that they share something they can’t quite explain.

            “I had some messed-up dreams the last few days I was in Africa,” Mason said. “They were really horrifying, not like usual nightmares. They were … I don’t know, more real, somehow.”

            His eyebrows were pinched together in a frown. He actually looked scared. A knot of dread began to curl up in my middle. I’d managed to forget what he’d said in his e-mail about his dream of the cove.

            As he searched my face, I saw realization dawn in his eyes.

            “You’ve been having them, too.” There was no question in his voice.

            I nodded. Echoes of the terror I’d felt in the dreams shot through my mind like shards of ice, and I wrapped my arms tightly around my ribs as I looked at him. Even through my anxiety about the dreams, I couldn’t help noticing how good his hair looked longer. He should have worn it that way all along. “How’d you know?”

            “I don’t know how I knew. But I knew.” His stared at me with wide eyes.

            “The … the black fog?” I asked, dreading his answer.

            “Yeah.”

            “Last night, did you dream of—”

            “Your grandmother’s house,” he finished.

            “I just can’t … How could this be?” I started shivering, little quakes rippling through my body every few seconds. “How are we having the same dreams? Are we crazy?”

            He chuckled, the tension leaving his face for a moment. “Maybe. You, definitely.”

            I didn’t feel up to laughing at his jokes at the moment. I shivered harder. My teeth were actually chattering a little. “They’re just s-s-so awful. I’ve never been so terrified in my life. Do you think we should tell someone?”

            He reached for the throw blanket draped over the back of the sofa and handed it to me.

            “I guess we could.” His forehead wrinkled with doubt. “I’m not even sure what I’d say, though. Or what anyone could do about it. Our parents would probably just send us to a shrink or something. Somehow, I don’t think that would help.”

            “Yeah, you’re probably right.” I was positive he was right, but it was scary to admit that no one else could help us. I unfolded my legs and stretched them alongside Mason’s, and then I spread the throw over both of us. After a moment, I shopped shivering.

            I yawned. “God, I’m exhausted. But, lately, I’m scared to fall asleep.”

            “I know the feeling.” He adjusted the pillow behind him.

            The warmth of his leg alongside mine comforted me. For reasons I couldn’t articulate, I felt safer than I had in a long time. After a few minutes, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. As I started to lose consciousness, I heard Mason mumble something.

            “I’ll keep you safe. I’m the…” his last word was garbled, but I thought it sounded like he said shield. Odd choice of words, I thought as I fell into a blessedly peaceful sleep.

I hope you enjoyed these teasers, and you’ll check out Pyxis as well as Airel and Arson. Thanks so much for hosting us!



PYXIS by K.C. Neal

Corinne lives an average teenage life working at her dad’s cafe, hanging out with her best friend, and trying to forget a falling-out with her almost-boyfriend Mason. Things take a strange turn when she uses her late grandmother’s food dyes for a bake sale, and her customers suddenly find her irresistibly alluring. Then she discovers she and Mason are haunted by the same dreams of a dark force that consumes everything in its path. Pursued by shadowy figures and a crazy woman with secrets from the past, Corinne must find out who her grandmother really was. In her quest to unravel her family’s history, she learns she is destined to protect this world–and the dark world of her dreams. She races to find the answers she seeks before her nightmares break free.

ARSON by Estevan Vega

Arson Gable feels like a freak. He can create fire. He never asked for it. He never wanted it. But he can’t shut it off. Before now, three things were true: he both loved and despised his grandmother; his life was going nowhere; and he was alone. But when a strange girl–who feels more normal behind a mask than inside her own skin–moves in next door, Arson hopes to find something he’s never had: purpose. Using what he fears most about himself, Arson must face his consuming past and confront the nightmare that is his present as he walks the fine line between boy and monster.

AIREL by Aaron Patterson & Chris White

Airel is a story about an angel who falls so deeply in love with a woman that he chooses to fall from heaven to be with her. She gives birth to a daughter in Arabia, 1250BC. The girl is pursued ferociously, relentlessly by an enemy in the deepest darkness. In present day Boise, Idaho is just a girl: Airel. She’s just your average high school student…who turns out to be anything but average. It’s because of who she is, because of her ancestry, because of her lineage. Past and present crash in on each other in the final pages as what has been twisted comes dangerously unraveled.

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