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November 3, 2016

BOOK BLAST/ A Poisonous Journey

The Writer's Life
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to be hosting
Malia Zaidi's
A POISONOUS JOURNEY 
BOOK BLAST 
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November 1 - November 30, 2016


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Inside the Book:

Title: A Poisonous Journey
Author: Malia Zaidi
Publisher: Bookbaby
Pages: 385

The year is 1925, a time that hovers
between two catastrophic wars, a time of jazz and sparkle, and a time of peace
and reflection. For Lady Evelyn, struggling to outrun the ghosts of her tragic
past, it is a time of transformation. Left orphaned after a fire when she was
only four, Lady Evelyn Carlisle was raised in London by her stern aunt and
uncle. Now, twenty years later she has grown restless and is keen to escape her
chaperone's grasp. A letter from her cousin, Briony, living with her husband on
Crete, comes at just the right time. Packing what she can, Lady Evelyn makes
off for foreign shores. Welcoming her are not only Briony and her husband,
Jeffrey, but also his handsome and mysterious friends, Caspar Ballantine and
Daniel Harper. Though the latter carries with him tragic memories of the Great
War, Evelyn is glad to be in their company. With the sun warming her back and
the dazzling sea in her sights, this fresh start seems destined for happy days
ahead. Little does she know . . . What starts off as a sunny holiday quickly
turns into a sinister nightmare, when Evelyn stumbles across the corpse of one
of her cousin's houseguests. Drawn into the mystery surrounding the murder, Evelyn
embarks on a mission to discover the truth, forcing her to face her own past as
well as a cold-hearted killer. With the help of her cousin, the handsome local
police detective, and the mysterious Daniel Harper, will she uncover the truth,
before another life is claimed?

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Meet the Author

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Malia Zaidi is the author of A POISONOUS JOURNEY. She attended the University of Pittsburgh, and studied at English at Oxford University. Having grown up in Germany, she currently lives in Washington DC, though through her love of reading, she resides, vicariously in countries throughout the world. A POISONOUS JOURNEY is her first book in the Lady Evelyn mysteries series. The sequel, A DARKER SHORE will be available later this year.
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Book Excerpt:

Prologue

Crete 1908
A chill ran down his spine and goose-bumps prickled his skin as the cold darkness enveloped him, swallowed him, the realm of Hades tormentingly near. He sucked in a breath of the damp air and blinked furiously, anxious to find his bearings, to discern hard rocky wall from empty space. It was his fault, he had dropped the torch and they had no choice but to save the reserve for later. For their destination. He would manage. He knew the way.
“Andros?” The nervous voice caught him almost unaware. Andros, Dros, Dros…the echo bounced off the walls around him and made him feel dizzy for a moment, as though the walls were moving closer and caging him in.  He exhaled, trying to  steady himself. They just had to follow the plan. He was good at that. Good at being patient, good at doing what he was told, at following directions to the
letter.
“It’s all right,” he tried to sound calm, quelling his fear as it mingled with the excitement that bubbled inside him, ready to explode. They were so close now. He could feel the rhythmic beat of his heart increasing, a nervous echo in his chest. “Stay where you are, your eyes will adjust. Have patience.” Listening for a moment, he became aware of the labored breathing of his brother close behind.
He stood still for another moment, no other sounds dared to intrude, eerie silence, thick with mystery, with secrets to be uncovered swathed them in its heavy shroud.  The Sirens are calling, only you can hear. Run for safety, or plunge  and fall prey to temptation. His eyes began to adjust, slowly deciphering the jagged outline of a rocky outcrop above him. It was close. He could feel it. His muscles tensed, stiff and solid, waves of energy pulsing through him, barely contained anticipation. Despite the cold, he felt beads of sweat dotting his brow and running down his temples.
“Andros? I think I see you. Yes.” A few unsure steps followed these words, and he saw the shadowy outline of his younger brother, warily moving toward him.
“Come, but beware your steps, a wrong move could be your last.”
Slowly, with his hands carefully outstretched, he felt his way forward. The air was growing stale, thick and cloying with dust and age. 
“Are we almost there?” 
“Close, very close.”
Breath was quickening, he shivered. So close now.  Everything would change. For a split, indulgent second, he allowed himself a fantasy of the glory that would
come, of the life that awaited him. Yes, not much further now. His feet, clad  only in his worn leather shoes felt every rock on the uneven ground, a sensation that gave him comfort, a feeling of awareness that had replaced his compromised eyesight and heightened his sense of touch. Hands extended, he reached into the blackness like a blind man. Suddenly they came up against something. Wall. Hard rock wall.  The
tunnel had come to an abrupt end. 
“What is this?  Are we lost?” 
Andros frowned, small creases folding his forehead, his brother’s voice behind him a distracting intrusion. “No,” he answered carefully, unconsciously holding his breath. He ran his hands along the roughness of the stony wall, seemingly solid and impenetrable, until… Yes, a smooth oval protrusion in the rock face. Sucking in a nervous lungful of dusty air, he pushed.  The oval receded into the wall with neat precision.  A momentary silence. Then, as if by some miraculous force, the wall gave way, an ingenious mechanism.  A dense cloud of dust and debris rose up, sending both men staggering backward, coughing, and rubbing their stinging eyes.  Soon the dust
settled and silence was again upon them. Neither spoke, fear and excitement taking hold of them. Andros swallowed. It was all coming together.  They were here, finally.
“The torch, now.” His voice was almost a whisper, thick with anticipation.  A hiss, and a flicker of orange light shot out of the darkness, illuminating his brother's dirty
face.  Reluctantly the younger man handed it over. No words were exchanged as Andros took the first careful step, holding the glowing light before him.  He entered
the chamber, eyes wide, barely breathing.  He had found it!  He wanted to shout out in joy, in relief. He had known all along, he had found it. 
“So, this is it.”
Andros turned, sensing something strange in his brother's tone. The younger man's face was still cast in shadow, save for the glittering eyes, shining in the gloom like those of an animal.
“Yes, this is it,” he turned around again, taking it in, the glory. His glory. A sudden coldness at his neck startled him, a stab of pain.  And then the blackness
returned.  Endless and unrelenting.

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Participating Blogs

Tuesday, November 1 – The Writer’s Life

Wednesday, November 2 – Hart’s Romance Pulse

Thursday, November 3 – Books, Reviews, ETC.

Friday, November 4 – I’m Shelf-ish

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Monday, November 7 – Mystery Thriller and Romantic Suspense Reviews

Tuesday, November 8 – Confessions of an Eccentric Bookaholic

Wednesday, November 9 – The Bookworm Lodge

Thursday, November 10 – The Literary Nook

Friday, November 11 – Deal Sharing Aunt

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Monday, November 14 – Lori’s Reading Corner

Tuesday, November 15 – My Bookish Passions

Wednesday, November 16 – Mary’s Cup of Tea

Thursday, November 17 – As the Page Turns

Friday, November 18 – CBY Book Club

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Monday, November 21 – A Title Wave

Tuesday, November 22 – Write and Take Flight

Wednesday, November 23 – StoreyBook Reviews

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Monday, November 28 – CelticLady’s Reviews

Tuesday, November 29 – 100 Pages a Day

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