{"id":1618,"date":"2014-03-05T06:00:01","date_gmt":"2014-03-05T14:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bestfantasynovel.com\/?p=1618"},"modified":"2014-03-05T06:00:01","modified_gmt":"2014-03-05T14:00:01","slug":"finding-esta-by-shah-wharton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/taramayastales.com\/bestfantasynovel\/2014\/03\/05\/finding-esta-by-shah-wharton\/","title":{"rendered":"Finding Esta by Shah Wharton"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"finding<\/a>Finding Esta<\/a><\/em> is the tumultuous tale of one extraordinary woman’s journey of self-discovery within a supernatural underworld.<\/p>\n

Luna\u00a0has never been popular, in fact, even her parents loath her. She can\u00a0hardly blame them; her psychic issues do make her a little odd and her\u00a0only friends — Flo and Ada– are Shadows who exist inside her troubled mind.<\/div>\n

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Although the normal world is all\u00a0she’s known, it’s a place where she’s never belonged, nor been understood. Her\u00a0main passion is following hot on the heels of a great story, and her work as a\u00a0journalist leads her to investigate the disappearance of baby Esta, snatched\u00a0from her home over twenty years earlier.<\/div>\n

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Soon, Luna stumbles upon a series of revelations in a clandestine realm of vampires,\u00a0weres, and magical alien-supernatural’s, revelations that make her oddities appear perfectly banal in comparison and obliterate her every preconceived idea of the normal world. Her hunger for truth drives her forward. Yet, the constant physical changes, the undefined blood in her veins, the heightened power of psychic gifts she’s always hated, and an ache to finally belong force her to make discoveries about herself she could never have imagined.<\/div>\n
Ignorance may be bliss, but the truth will set Luna free, if only she can face it.<\/div>\n

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Download Finding Esta<\/a>\u00a0<\/em>from Amazon<\/a>.<\/div>\n

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Excerpt<\/h4>\n

If you wrote those words, I doubt you could hurt me.<\/i>\u00a0His eyes shone, tears lingered, longing for release. Great swaths of grey grief poured from him and pierced my chest. I winced at the sting of his need, his loss.<\/p>\n

Is it you? Did you ever find your Esta?<\/i><\/p>\n

Despite the possibility of immense pain, I now longed for him to touch me. It made no sense, but I\u00a0needed<\/i>\u00a0it. Perhaps to prove him real, not a hologram? Perhaps to see if I could? And like he\u2019d heard my desires, he raised his hand towards my cheek again. This time I made no attempt to block him, I simply braced myself, the cloth of my outfit in my fists at my sides. I clenched my jaw and held my breath, but my eyes remained open; I had to see him, his reaction.<\/p>\n

We stared at one another, waiting for the touch that might even kill me. His fingertips made contact with my cheek and a cool, soft, and electric stimulus passed through my skin.<\/p>\n

Immense emotion poured from them, into me. But no pain followed, nor visions to flood or cripple me, no agonies of histories. When he saw me relax into his fingertips, he cupped my cheek fully and I felt, for the first time in my life, the absolute wonder of painless flesh on flesh touch. My hand flew to hold it in place. I never wanted it to end. And from his chest passed the purest of all emotions \u2026 love.<\/p>\n

Is that for me? But \u2026?<\/i><\/p>\n

For a perfect moment, I thought if I died right then, it wouldn\u2019t be too bad.<\/p>\n

Tears of my joy soaked his gentle palm, and I forgot about the razor, the house, the loss of Flo and Ada, my mysterious loitering stranger with his messages, dreams and unspoken intent. Even the blood\u2019s allure dissolved, somewhat.<\/p>\n

We remained in this odd position for what seemed like hours. Until I coughed, feeling more and more weak. He removed his hand and licked my tears away with his blood soaked tongue. This broke my reverie and reawakened my hunger for blood.<\/p>\n

Hovering above me, his face now over mine, I lay admiring him and the blood colouring the otherwise white glare of his complexion. The smooth glow of his flesh shone through a\u00a0midnight\u00a0blue, sheer woollen sweater. I imagined my tongue licking vanilla ice cream and finding his flesh instead. I wouldn\u2019t have minded.<\/p>\n

My head buzzed, stomach churned with physical attraction and mounting hunger, an intoxicating blend I found increasingly hard to resist. He sunk towards me, still suspended by some magical force.<\/p>\n

What the hell am I feeling?<\/i><\/p>\n

I should have screamed, fought, fled. But the tranquil aura circling us, overflowing with soft light, filled me with a sense of love, true or false. It oozed from him like blood from a wound. He was the most arresting being I\u2019d ever encountered, other then Abby. Unashamed, transfixed, and willing, I lay yearning in silence beneath him. Overcome, my tears continued to dribble and my lungs stretched with held breath.<\/p>\n

The fantastic finally killed all reason. He lowered further still, until a droplet of blood fell from the razor onto my cheek, then another fell between my lips. My autonomic response was to lick it, savour it, drink it, which of course horrified me. But the taste was too divine to deny myself. My hunger multiplied, my body screamed that I needed it. The blood raced through my veins, moistened dusty pathways, cleansed the drought.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh \u2026\u201d I adored it, right up until my vegetarian conscience asserted itself, and as much as I\u2019d savoured its taste, reason said to spit, choke, vomit. I turned my head to do so, but the demon grabbed my face to stop me.<\/p>\n

He sliced the razor across his tongue, gasped in pain until his lips found mine and luscious blood flooded my mouth.<\/p>\n

He delivered my first kiss and I sucked, licked, and drank him in.<\/p>\n

No pain or visions interrupted the sensation of his unadulterated passion, which rode into me on each blood cell.<\/p>\n

My body sang the sweetest sonnet. Such a kiss reached way beyond the famous Charlie Brown kiss I\u2019d dreamt of as a child. I soared through\u00a0midnight\u00a0starry skies like an Apollo spacecraft, right up into a completely new dimension. I zipped around glorious moonbeams and chatted with the man on the moon \u2026 I mean this was epic.<\/p>\n

My mind called out to anyone who might hear it, hoping that my Shadows shared my frequency, even if I couldn\u2019t share theirs.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I die today, now, know that I died one happy lady.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

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To read the rest of\u00a0Finding Esta<\/a>, <\/em>you can download it from\u00a0Amazon<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Find more from Shah on her website<\/a>, Twitter<\/a>, Facebook<\/a> and Pinterest<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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