Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Long Live Dead Reckless by Safari Spell blog tour

Long Live Dead Reckless
Safari Spell
(Long Live Dead Reckless #1)
Publication date: July 19th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Talor Gardin may be a princess, but her life is no fairy tale.
A year ago, her mother died and her father burned down their house. Now with a father in and out of a mental ward, she’s working a minimum wage job to finish her last semester of college. To make matters worse, she gets itchy every time a guy makes a move on her. The itch could be anything, really: a desire to escape her haunted hometown, a financial windfall, the name of some vampire…or all the above. Whatever the reason, she thinks the answers are written in the freckle constellations of her cute new coworker, Sage Talis.
Sage is the quiet, polite type with plenty of secrets – like fangs and a price on his head – and Talor can’t figure out what makes him so irresistible until she hears him sing. But when cryptic letters appear on her wrist, Talor is thrust into a world where fantastic creatures lurk just below the skin, strangers keep calling her a princess, and everything she’s been through is nothing compared to what’s coming.
{Excerpt #1}


He cried out in pain or anger, maybe both; it wasn’t clear. With that, darkness started to spread and thicken across his skin, forcing him down on all fours. His body twisted and heaved in such desperate, unnatural contortions that I was afraid he was going to break his own back. My blood ran cold as it hit me – this is what the evo looks like. He was becoming something right now. He pawed against his skin in hysterics, trying to stop the process. I watched in suspended belief, unable to even scream. But when those cold, black eyes fixated my way, I knew it was time to go.
A rush of adrenaline flooded me all at once and filled my ears with a high-pitched hum. I took off at a full gallop, completely unaware of where I was heading. My arms pumped as my spinning legs had me running on air in a leap over the porch steps. I barreled across the empty yard in the dark, hair flying madly behind me. My only light was the full moon above and while it was bright enough to see by, it was no friend of mine tonight.
I bolted, giving no thought to the fact that I didn’t drive. A heavy rhythmic, repetitive thud charged after me. I didn’t look back. I knew who it was, but not what it was. I gulped in air, nearly choking on the breaths. With each step, I silently begged my body to go faster than was physically possible.
Faster, faster, please go faster!
Nothing motivated my muscles to risk ripping apart so I could escape, and I realized my mistake too late. There were no other houses on the isolated street to run for help. I had a split second to decide on taking the dirt road or heading into the forest. I made my way into the tree line at the edge of the property. It was the longest hundred-yard dash I’d ever run, but it was probably my fastest time. Still, I never felt so slow.
I couldn’t say what prompted me to seek shelter running into a dense pine forest, but I wasn’t me in those moments. I was the survival instinct incarnate. The panic clouded my concentration long enough for my shoulder to half slam into a tree, the rough bark of the pine leaving its revenge on me in a long red scrape down my arm.
It spun me around in wobbly circles as I stumbled and tried to catch my balance in motion. During a turn, I caught the billowing black fur and teeth and eyes shining as the creature pursued. The sight jolted me with a fresh batch of adrenaline.
I looked for a tree to climb or a light somewhere in the distance, but only dark pines and thorn bushes surrounded the path. Glancing up at the treetops, I could feel them watching, but they took no pity looking down on me. Weary, I weaved through the thickening trees of the forest until I looked back to see him closing in.
The sweat poured down as I made one last ditch effort to outrun the creature chasing me. My next step found me without footing as I came upon a huge drop off at the edge of the Flint River. Instinctively, I flailed for a tree branch when a massive, vicious claw came swinging at me. Falling back, I closed my eyes, expecting a blow – a blow from the claw, a blow from the water, something. But nothing came. Quiet. Just the sound of labored breathing. Mine. His. Its. Instead, a tight grip on my forearm whipped me into a sudden, jerky stop.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was suspended mid-air by a hand reaching out from the darkness of the woods. My feet bounced involuntarily against the ledge as my legs trembled from adrenaline and exhaustion. I looked to see what was holding me. The hand was human. The rest was not.

Author Bio:
Safari Spell is a native of Albany, Georgia. She has a BA in Journalism from Valdosta State University. She currently lives in North Georgia with her husband, hilarious daughter, and a backyard jungle harboring all the dinosaurs everyone thinks are extinct. Her dreams include chasing autumn around the globe, owning a wallaby, and riding a camel for at least nine seconds.



  1. Thank you for being a part of the tour! I appreciate it!

  2. Thanks for being on the tour! :)