Soul Bound by Jas T. Ward - Book Tour + Giveaway
Soul Bound : The Warrior
Soul Bound Series Book 1
by Jas T. Ward
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
Paranormal Romance
Releases June 13th, 2017!!
Death May Be The End...
But Love Doesn't Give A @&%#.
Murderer…
Jace Camden is haunted by his past. One that has many believing he got away
Jace Camden is haunted by his past. One that has many believing he got away
with murder. He’s on the run from it, trying to start a new life in a new town.
But his past won’t let won’t him escape, and it’s determined that his future will not long.
Death will demand its due… and his dead wife will make sure that debt is paid in full.
Kitt Thomas’ life is in a rut, but that changed when she looked into the
sad, haunted eyes of Jace Camden. Something about his wounded soul
called to her—like a like a whisper of a melody in a mysterious
abyss she should have the sense to ignore.
But his past will make sure Kitt is no more part of Jace’s future than life is.
Because he’s Soul Bound – and that’s a shackle that can only be broken by death.
His.
It's not about the Happily Ever After...
It's about surviving the read.
*Warning- this book deals with the subject of death, grief in a graphically realistic and dark manner*
Kitt's head
tilted as she narrowed her eyes and asked, “Want to talk about her?”
Jace
turned his gaze to look out over the water and shook his head as his lips
pressed into a thin line. She nodded, began walking more and he followed in
relief— so grateful in the fact she didn’t push and had the intuition to know
he didn’t want her to. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles as they walked in
silence, with the sand still warm from the day under their toes. She stopped
again and he turned to face her, mentally braced for her to inquire for
more—dreaded what it would entail or how he could divert answering.
“How
long?”
Jace sighed
and closed his eyes before he answered, “Five years.”
She nodded
in silence and squeezed his hand as they began moving again. He once more found
himself smiling at Kitt’s unobtrusive questions and gentle manner with which
she handled the situation. This time he paused their motion and Kitt turned to
face him as he asked quietly, “You? Married? Boyfriend?”
She
laughed softly and smiled as she shook her head. “No. Well. I’ve had boyfriends, but never married. None
stayed around long enough to ask me to do the deed.”
Kitt did a
cute “oh” expression at his raised eyebrow partnered with a smirk and clarified
herself, “Oh I’ve done that deed. I mean. Oh hell, that was way
too much information.” She blushed and he found it absolutely delicious. “Way
to go, Kitt. Way. To. Go.” She mumbled and looked down at the sand.
He
chuckled as he tugged her back into motion and she closed the distance between
them, scuffing her feet in the sand. Now their hands and their arms made
contact; the sensation from her touch set Jace at a low burn. Her flesh so
warm, soft yet firm and he found himself wondering once again what she tasted
like. It sent his mind once again on a path he had not traveled in years and he
blocked it off—the draw to her like a flickering flame to his in the dark soul.
One he must keep in check and his soul would have to stay where the nightmare
of his existence had placed it.
They
continued in silence with Jace catching Kitt cutting side glances his way. He
hoped he seemed relaxed, and prayed she didn’t try to look deeper. She would
see an underlying tension of him preparing for something bad to happen—as it
always did. Well, she knew he had lost someone he loved which was bound to make
anyone edgy—perhaps she would notch his nerves to that. When they reached a
small fishing pier, she pulled on his hand to bring him to a stop once again.
He readied himself to answer another one of her gentle questions. But instead,
she stepped forward, reached out with a feather light touch and brushed his
cheek with her fingertips. Jace frowned in puzzlement as he fought the urge to
step away from the gesture. But he relished her warmth as he closed his eyes
when she pressed her palm against his cheek and ran her thumb along his temple.
“Why do I
feel like you need to be touched?” She said in a hushed whisper. “Why do you
seem so sad? What is going on under your surface and why am I so drawn to it?”
Jace
swallowed and thought. Please don’t be. He knew that he was like the darkest of
riptides and Kitt seemed like such a wonderful person—he would hate for her to
be sucked under the surface of his sorrow and drown with him. The guilt would
be too great and he could not carry more. “This was a mistake.”
He went to
pull away to correct that misstep in judgement but then she cupped his
face. Jace’s eyes slid open to find her
looking perplexed and realized she must have thought him strange. He let out a
pained sound, continued to move away but she grabbed his arms and stopped him
gently. She suddenly needed to learn and try to understand the enigma of Jace
Camden—not sure as to why...
"I am the product of several realities making the whole: a troubled
childhood, domestic violence survivor, homeless person, single mother
and a suicide survivor. But in every single one of those realities,
one thing remained true - my imagination.
childhood, domestic violence survivor, homeless person, single mother
and a suicide survivor. But in every single one of those realities,
one thing remained true - my imagination.
Reading and writing has always been Ward's escape. And she wants to continue
to give that to her readers. Known for action, drama, laughter,
darkness and twists you don't see coming in the same book, Ward is
known for writing books that are diverse, different and
unique.
to give that to her readers. Known for action, drama, laughter,
darkness and twists you don't see coming in the same book, Ward is
known for writing books that are diverse, different and
unique.
Born and raised in Texas and spending time living in Kentucky, Ms. Ward
spends her days and nights writing as therapy to handle surviving
domestic violence and loss of love. She is the proud parent of three
very independent grown children and grandmother to three delightful
grandchildren.
She has two furbabies that sit and ponder why their human is talking to
herself late into the night as she writes out colorful and diverse if
not twisted characters and tales.
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