Release Tour: "Stay" by Jennifer Silverwood {Giveaway + Excerpt}

Blog Tour for STAY by Jennifer Silverwood
April 28th – May 9th, 2014

4Word Press Publishing and Gliterary Girl are proud to present the release of Jennifer Silverwood’s STAY.  


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Rona believes love is nothing more than a myth, a tale for little girls. Until the immortal ruler of the seas appears from thin air and she is swept into a dark and dangerous affair, turning myth into a grave reality.
Commanded to work as the savior of true love, Rona realizes that love is just an illusion as grandiose as magic and after two thousand years, she is ready to give up. Until the night a human, deep in the underbelly of the city that never sleeps, sees her. She recognizes him instantly, a lost love. Trouble is, he has no memory of her.
Tasked with mending a relationship between the love she lost thousands of years ago and another woman, Rona will have to learn what it means to be human all over again when past and present collide.
Can love transcend time or will Rona be forced to roam the earth alone, forever?




About The Author





Everyone has to begin somewhere. I began my journey to becoming an author long before I published anything. Storytelling was something I did every night before bed with my father. We would create such wonderful tales together, far better than anything in books. It sprung from our imaginations. My mother ingrained a love for the written world early on. Then my grandpa gave me his first typewriter when I was in elementary school. You can guess the rest.
But it was many years later, after dabbling in all the arts, that I realized writing was my greatest passion. I grew up on the far outskirts of the Metroplex of Texas, a busy world of cities within cities. It’s easy to get lost in a place like this. Some might argue that Dallas is the “New York” of the south and I might agree. Rather than worry about being a little fish in a big pond, however, I made up my mind long ago to follow my dreams. The funny thing about dreams is they have a tendency to come to life in unexpected ways.
My best friends were my twin next-door neighbors. (Inspiration for the three main ladies in Silver Hollow) We made up our own little book club, complete with readings and brainstorming sessions. I loved reading to them and they loved “the story,” as we dubbed whatever project we were working on. As we grew up and went on to different careers and schools, and I tried three different universities. Needless to say, college didn’t pan out well for me. So I did the next sensible thing and decided to write “for real.”
By day I am personal assistant and simple childcare worker at the local Learning Center for preschoolers. But by night, I moonlight as an independently published author of Young/New Adult and fantasy novels. My hope is that you enjoy my books and are encouraged to follow your dreams as well.

Exclusive Excerpt!

I tensed when he came to stand behind me. His chin brushed my shoulder as he
leaned over and guided my hand in the proper movements. I wanted to shout at him, “Is that necessary?” but held my tongue. I could not help being unnerved by him. The metal lid rattled a bit because of my flustered and unsteady grip.

A glance over my shoulder revealed his eyes fixed not on the lid, but my face. And most startling of all, the same draw I felt for him was reflected in his wonderment.

“Orona,” he whispered, swallowed and perked up as the songs switched on the
stereo again. “Do you want me to show you how we dance?”

I fought the urge to grip that metal handle even more tightly, to run and snatch my
cloak and rush to Lissa’s aid as quickly as possible. I knew this was dangerous territory.

But thus far I had been flying blindly and was still unconvinced this man was not Seid in human disguise. So I grinned as he pulled me away waiting for my reply. He knew I had already given it, just as I knew I could never say no to him.

We stood as we had before, with his hand on my waist and our fingers clasped
together, up and away from our bodies. I clutched the square muscle of his shoulder and followed as he stepped back, then led me side to side.

Something strange filled and broke through my defenses, unbidden. A flurry of
sweet thrills laced up and down my spine as we danced. It was like floating on water once I caught the rhythm in the steps, as I learned to follow his silent cues. The words were out of my mouth before I could rein them in. “How did you learn to dance like this?”

His coppery skin flushed that unfortunately familiar shade of rust. I had only seen
it once or twice, before Seid revealed his true nature to me.

He skipped a step and nearly stumbled as he formulated his answer. “It’s really
embarrassing actually. But I had a crush on this girl back in high school. She used to
come to my uncle’s club with her folks on weekends and she knew how to dance. So…”

He shrugged and looked over my shoulder, anywhere he did not have to see my reaction.

My skin boiled at the thought of another girl in his arms. “You learned for her?”

Stop it! He does not belong to you!

“My aunt taught me,” he confessed. When he smiled I saw the almost perfect
rows of white teeth. “When my cousin caught me practicing with a door and laughed, I punched him in the face. But in the end, I got the girl.”

Through our bond I saw flashes and images of a honey-skinned, brown-eyed girl
against the lights of the club, dancing in his arms. I could feel his pride in that moment and felt inexplicably sour because of it.

His smile died when he noticed the tension in my steps and chuckled. “Guess you
had to be there to laugh. Thanks for not calling me a dork and laughing in my face.”

I forced a smile but was unable to block the memory of that girl, or of the way he
felt about Lissa.

His blue eyes narrowed intently on me. He bowed his head then and frowned at
our feet. I bit my lip, wondering how I was going to explain the whole supernatural grace thing.

“You’re freakishly good at this, babe,” he said with raised eyebrows. “You pull
my leg earlier or something? Here I was thinking you only knew that sexy ethnic dance.”

He winked and then it was my turn to blush.

At the same moment, his hand shifted slightly higher against my waist and
prickles of pleasure darted to my lower abdomen. Fresh air was suddenly in short supply and I had the strangest feeling I was falling past the point of no return and powerless to stop it. Tripping over my feet on purpose, I feigned a fall in order to push him away.

“Gotcha!” he gasped and then laughed as our foreheads knocked together.
Instead of escaping the human’s grasp, I found myself in an even more
compromising position, with our chests pressed together. Suddenly everything was
entirely too much and too real: the way his lips parted to take in badly needed oxygen, how perfectly our hips fit into place, despite our different heights, and how the feel of another human’s skin made mine come thrillingly alive.

His pale blue eyes clouded just like Seid’s did when he was about to kiss me. What terrified me wasn’t his resemblance to my former love, however, but the fact I was
going to let him. Two thousand years spent hating the one who had cursed me and I was about to give in, just like he had wanted all along



 In honor of this celebration, 4Word Press Publishing is hosting a GIVEAWAY. One Grand Prize Winner will receive a $25.00 Amazon Giftcard. Three runner-ups will receive a digital copy of STAY.




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