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Today, we look at LIMBONIAN.

 

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YA Bound Book Tours is organizing a Blog Tour for: Limbonian (Vessel of Lost Souls #2) by Mikki Noble. This tour will run from September 16th to 20th. Check out the tour schedule below.
 

Limbonian (Vessel of Lost Souls #2)
by Mikki Noble
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Release Date: September 15th 2019

Summary:

I am not completely useless.

Although, I feel like it lately. I lose more and more control over my emotions every day and I don’t know why. Is it because my best friend was murdered just steps away from me, or because my father has been taken? Maybe it’s because I had magic for about five minutes and lost it.

Everyone has a plan to follow. Me? Try to get my powers back or sit around waiting with my tail between my legs—and that’s just not going to happen. If getting my magic back is going to help my friends, then that’s what I have to do.

How do I fend off an anger that is so compelling and powerful it makes me forget just who the heck I am before I chase off everyone I love? How can I save two people I am destined not to?

 
 
 
Piggybacker (Vessel of Lost Souls #1)
 
Summary:
 
Did someone say resurrection?

Oh yes, it was the annoying voice in my head. We’ll trade, he said. I bring him back and he’ll help me figure out how I was stabbed and almost died. But I’ve only got a week or he will be lost forever, and then I’ll never find the truth.

The part he failed to mention was that someone doesn’t want him to come back at all, and they’ll stop at nothing to see me fail. Freaking fantastic.

How do I fight an unknown enemy, bring a boy back to life, and pretend to be normal? I mean, I can’t save anyone if I’m locked up for the rest of my life.

Piggybacker is the first in Mikki Noble’s spell-binding Vessel of Lost Souls trilogy, and promises a thrilling adventure with powerful enemies, broken relationships, captivating magic, and two souls both caught up in a plot beyond any they could ever imagine.
 

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EXCERPT 

“You
aren’t concentrating, Marley,” Gavin accuses me in his overtly annoyed tone,
looking down at me after he’d knocked me to the ground. My thoughts had
strayed. Again. When I look up into his big brown eyes, I want to forget
everything. All my troubles and worries and the fact that two people I loved
are gone. And I have to fight the fact that there is a very real possibility
that one or both of them are never coming back.
“I
am concentrating. It’s just that my powers are gone.” Gavin helps me up.
“And I heard this voice.”
Oops.
Those words just slipped out and based on the look Gavin’s giving me, it’s too
late to take them back.
“What
kind of voice?” he questions, eyebrow lifted.
“I
wasn’t going to say anything. It’s no big deal.”
“It
might be. What kind of voice? Where? When?”
So,
I explain all that I know.
“So,
you heard a voice inside your head and you’re just telling me now. And this voice
wants you to get control over your powers? Well, maybe we shouldn’t be trying
to get your powers back. It could be one of Crystal’s Limbonians.”
“I
don’t think so. If it were, he’d have probably spoken to me before now. And
besides, I’m more worried about who I can save. It can’t be Kimmy. Only Noah
can do that.”
“It
sounds like a trick to me. Who else could it be?” he questions, shoving his
hands into his pockets.
I
brush a hand through my hair and look down at my shoes. “I have no idea. No
clue. He just disappeared, and I didn’t get to ask questions.” I look back up
at him.
“Are
you all right? Should I be worried?” He asks that question like he’s not
already up to his eyeballs in concern. 
“I
don’t think so.”
“Promise
to tell me if it happens again?”
“Of
course. But right now, we should be out there looking for Noah. He’s only got three
days left.” I decide I’m not trying to change the subject but that was a good
way to change it. “He just shows up at my house, claiming to be Kimmy’s soul
mate and then disappears off the face of the Earth. And my father is God knows
where. Crystal is doing God knows what to him. I don’t even know if I can save
him. So, tell me, how am I supposed to concentrate on anything else? And with
this voice, everything is falling apart, Gavin.”
My
tone sounds angry and annoyed, thankfully covering my shame. Shame I hadn’t
told Gavin about the voice right away. Shame I hadn’t been able to save Kimmy,
and shame I hadn’t been able to get my dad out from underneath that woman’s
clutches.
I
let everyone down, especially Kimmy. She should never have been at that stupid
school in the first place. I never should have accepted her help and put her in
danger in the process.
There
was more I could have done, should have done. I know it.
“This
is not your fault, love. None of it,” Gavin tells me. I nod, knowing full well
that if he wanted to, he could hear my thoughts and would know exactly how I’m
feeling. “I know it’s a terrible situation,” he continues, “but we’ll win in
the end. If anyone understands how you feel, it’s me. Trust me, love. But if
you want to go and find Noah, let’s go and do that.”
I
sigh and kick the nearest rock at my feet. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. Again.
What’s that now? A hundred times in the past few days?”
“107
but who’s counting?”
I
chuckle. “Let’s take a break and then we’ll go and find Noah.”
“You
know, love, if you want to help anyone, we need to get your powers under
control.”
“Really?”
I ask, raising an eyebrow up.
He
looks as confused as I am. “What?”
“I
just thought I’d have to fight you about my powers. You seemed worried about
their origin.”
Gavin
smirks. “Not this time, love.”
“Oh,
okay. Good, because the pressure does not help.”
“All
right, all right.” He puts his hands up in defense.
We
go inside since my mom is still at work for a few more hours. I need to be able
to practice my magic and I am forbidden to practice in the house, per my
mother’s request. Something might break, of course. Or worse, Sammy might see
something. It was dangerous practicing outside—someone might see—so Gavin and I
started using the park behind my house where a wide gulf of trees opens out
into a children’s park. No one comes back here, so it works nicely.
My
mother was surprisingly stronger after we lost my dad the second time—the first
she took it a little harder. I expected her to completely shut down when he’d
been kidnapped, but she didn’t. Every day she gets out of bed and goes about
her routine as if nothing happened. She doesn’t mention anything about my
father or Gavin’s ‘trip’—as she calls it when someone brings up his
death-slash-resurrection in front of her. And when we try to talk to her about
it, she nods and says, “uh-uh,” before finding some reason to excuse herself
from the room. I suppose it hurts too much to think that she’s lost my father,
not only once, but twice. 
After
she was kidnapped by Crystal and saw magic right before her eyes, I expected my
mom to be better about it. But I have the feeling she hates the fact that I had
magic, maybe that magic even existed in the first place. Who knew?
Gavin
opens the back gate and slowly follows me into the house. “Marley, are you all
right?”
I
smile back at him. “It’s tough, but there’s still time to fix this.”
He
nods. “Yes,” he says, lifting his arm into the air. My mother’s vase floats off
the shelf.
“Gavin,”
I warn. 
“Just
try to put it back on the shelf.”
“But—”
Gavin
smirks, “Come on, love.”
“If
my mother catches me using magic in the house, she’ll tear my head off.”
“If
it comes to getting Len back or losing a vase, I’m sure your mother won’t
complain. I won’t let you break anything.”
“Promise?”
He
nods.
“Fine.”
I wave my hand toward the crystal vase, concentrating on the task and what I
want to accomplish—as Gavin taught me. I dig down deep, attempting to counter
Gavin’s magic. I seek out the light feeling I enjoy so much, as if I am in a
rocket and heading to the moon. I’d always enjoyed the weightless sensation,
even though Gavin’s jokes and says it’s because of how small I am.
But
the magic weightless feeling never happens.
I
growl and swear. “I can’t. Just when I was getting used to having powers they
go away.”
Gavin
places the vase back onto the counter, making it look easy.
“Show-off.”
“Me?
I wouldn’t dare.” His brown eyes are wide with fake shock at the insinuation,
though there is a wicked curve to his mouth.
“You
would. And you did,” I tell him, smirking right back, teasing.
“Doesn’t
sound like me.”
“Oh,
I’ll tell you what sounds like you.” Slinking up close to him, I wrap my arms
around his neck and link my hands into his hair. One of my new favorite places
to be.
“Tell
me,” he whispers, bending his head slightly. His lids droop to halfway, as if
he’s expecting me to kiss him. Just when he’s about to touch his lips to mine,
I snatch a muffin off the counter and shove it into his mouth. Then I run away,
giggling.
I
make it to the front door and burst outside, knowing that Gavin will chase me.
He might have magic, but I am the faster runner. He laughs, following closely
behind.
 
As
a car door slams and another one clicks, I halt, glued to the spot on the lawn
where I’d stopped, my stomach starts churning nerves and twisting them up.
Gavin nearly runs into me. He wraps his arm around my waist before he realizes
what’s going on. “Marley? What’s wrong?” he asks, when I still stand there
frozen and in awe. He looks up then sighs. “Oh. Awk-ward.” 
Interview with the Author

What initially got you interested in writing?

My uncle passed away when I was eleven. My family never wanted to talk about him because he took his own life and I guess it just hurt too much. My mother is the one who suggested I start writing. I started with poems; didn’t write my first story until 14 years later.

What genres do you prefer to write in?

YA (teen fiction) is my all-time favorite. I love writing anything paranormal. However, my muse—the wonderful being she is—throws ideas at me all the time. I never deny her.

Are there any authors you prefer to read and why?

I have my favorites in a variety of genres. Rick Riordan is my favorite in middle grade fiction. I admire his imagination. Elle Cosimano is another favorite. She writes teen. Great books, great writing. And I’m also a sucker for a good romance. Lori Foster and Christine Feehan are my favorites in those genres.

How did you make the move into being a published author?

I noticed that more and more people are self publishing. I met with agents who didn’t share my vision. I really wanted the freedom. I did research and voila. I bought books on publishing, talked to people I know in the publishing world and published. I’m still learning, still growing.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

I love the fact that I get to tell stories it wasn’t always my goal, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. The most rewarding part is creating people, people who feel real to me (and I hope to others).

What do you find most challenging about writing?

Everything. *laughs* Everything is challenging in the world of writing; from the actual writing to publishing, formatting, blurbs, marketing. It is a very challenging career, but that just makes you work harder.

Do you have any tips for writers who find themselves experiencing writer’s block?

Get out of your own head. Sometimes us writers sit up there so long we chase the words away. Don’t worry, I had to learn this lesson myself. I wrote my first book, Piggybacker in 2013 and it took me until 18 to figure out the first chapter. I always hated what I’d written and rewrote it nearly a hundred times. One night when I was cooking dinner, the entire first chapter just came to me. I feel like that was because I had finally stopped thinking about it so much and let the answer come forth.

What advice would you give to people that want to enter the field?

I say go for it. Life is short. Give it a shot and see if you like it. It’s not an easy business, it’s terribly frustrating and it’s also the most fulfilling thing in the world. I love it and totally recommend it to everyone.

What do you want readers to take away from your works?

I hope they feel it was worth a read and that anything is possible.

Is there anything else about you that you think readers might find interesting?

I didn’t always want to be a writer. I actually wanted to be a singer, but I didn’t get that talent—like at all. *shrugs*

I’ve almost quit a hundred times over. When I was twenty, I stopped writing after I got my heart broken. It took me five years to realize that I missed writing and the rest is history.

Never give up on your dream. Sometimes dreams change though, and that’s okay, too.

About the Author

 

As far back as she can remember, Mikki was creating characters and stories in her head. It wasn’t until fate brushed the tip of its wings over her eyes that she began to see that writing was what she was born to do. She loves animals, reading, everything supernatural related, and enjoys spending her free time on social media whenever she can.

 

 

 

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