Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Betrayed (The Guardian Legacy Series Book #2) Blog Tour July 15th - July 30th
I couldn't be happier to be a party of Betrayed (The Guardian Legacy Book #2) By Ednah Walters Book Tour. I am a HUGE Ednah Walters fan so I am super excited about having her stop by today. I don't know about you but when I buy DVD's I love watching all the extras in them especially the deleted scenes. Why do I bring this up you may be asking yourself. Well, it is simple really, today's blog stop is about deleted scenes. Ednah just so happen to have brought not 1 BUT 2 DELETED SCENES from Betrayed. How kool is that. The Official Release Party for Betrayed is from July 31st(10pm) to August 1st (10pm) will be held here: http://fanpage4ednahwalters.proboards.com/index.cgi (Books will include Betrayed and swags, books donated by talented indie authors like Jennifer Laurens, Jennifer Armentrout (ARCs of Half-Blood), Keary Taylor (Dystopian new release Eden) and more.
Betrayed (The Guardian Legacy Series Book #2) By Ednah Walters
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Lil has come to terms with her life as a Guardian/demon hunter and the wielder of the Nephilim most powerful weapon. But trouble looms in the Guardian enclave. Bran is pulling away from her and her best human friend is in trouble, and it's all Lil's fault.
~DELETED SCENE 1~
Outside the pit, Bran waited on the opposite wall, his arms crossed. In white
dress shirt and black slacks, his hair wet as though he just stepped out of the
shower, he looked gorgeous.
Something shifted in my chest when he gave me a slow, easy smile.
That smile. It ought to come with a warning label that read, lethal. I grinned back,
suddenly feeling unsure of what to say or do.
“Come here.” He beckoned me with his finger.
I took the few steps that brought me into his personal space. His scent teased
my senses and his warmth leaped across the space separating us to envelope me. I
swallowed and stared at the pulse beating furiously at the base of his neck.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he said fervently.
My heart squeezed. I looked up into his smoldering emerald green eyes.
“You’ll never,” I vowed, wanting to kiss and hold him. “I’m so sorry for the car
thing and the bolts, and forbidding you to come to my room,” I whispered, speaking
He smiled, lifting my chin with his finger. Gently, he brushed his lips across
mine in a whisper of a caress. We exchanged a breath, so sweet and intoxicating.
“None of that is important now,” he said.
“But it is. I shouldn’t—”
He cut me off, our lips meshing like two parts of a whole. The yin and yang. I
flung my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, getting lost in his kiss.
Tingling sensations shot from my lips to every part of my body. Goosebumps spread
on the surface of my skin, but underneath, heated blood accelerated through my
veins. I had no idea how much I’d missed him until now.
“I don’t want to fight anymore,” he whispered when his lips eased off mine.
“Me too.” I burrowed in his neck, inhaling his scent.
He cradled the back of my head and held me tight. “Give me a little time and
I’ll explain everything.”
I nodded even though I wanted to protest. Maybe one day I’d explain to him
keeping secrets destroyed trust. And we couldn’t have a meaningful relationship
without trust. “Okay.”
He sighed, kissed my temple and whispered, “We’d better go.”
He turned and led me toward the foyer. I stayed glued to his side like a Siamese
twin, one arm around him. There was so much I wanted to share with him, but for
now, I was content being close to him.
“Are you ready for tonight?” he asked.
I sighed. “Not really. I keep imagining things going wrong. What if he
doesn’t call? What if I’m not able to ID the medium? I had a horrible dream last
night that he didn’t call yet all my human friends went crazy.”
Bran pressed his lips on my temple. “Don’t worry. He’ll call. From what
Remy and the others told me last night, he’s desperate to connect with you.” We
entered the foyer and he stopped, causing me to do the same. “Do you mind if I sit in
your Psi class?”
For a moment, I stared blankly at him. Then it dawned on me. I’d been so
preoccupied with the party I’d completely forgotten about talking to Mrs. D’s psi
students. The rotunda was deserted when it usually brimmed with students. I spied
Mrs. D through the glass pane on the door. My stomach clenched.
“I have no idea what to tell them,” I whispered. “And I still have to go home
“Why?” Bran gave me a once over. “You look perfect the way you are.”
I grinned. He said the nicest things. I’d missed that. “Could you tell Mrs. D
I’ll be there in,” I looked at my watch, “five minutes. I really must change.”
“Okay, but don’t worry too much about it,” he said as I ran toward the
entrance. “Just be yourself.”
Easy for him to say. He was a natural-born leader. Except for a few minutes
when my impulsive nature got the best of me, I was content being a follower. I
disappeared through the door then teleported home.
A quick change of shirts, splash of cold water on my face and quick brush of
my hair, and I should be ready. Or so I told myself. Instead, I felt like I was about to
face a room full of demons. I can do this. They are about a dozen students…all are
my age mates…I have no reason to prove anything to them…
I repeated the same words as I teleported back to the Academy and dragged
my feet to the door. The pep talk didn’t help. Frogs did jumping jacks in my
stomach. I took a deep breath to quell them and exhaled slowly. Visible through the
glass pane was Bran in front of the class. I couldn’t hear what he said or see most of
the students, but the ones visible were laughing. How I wished I had his confidence.
He must have sensed my presence, because he came to the door and opened
it. “You’ll be fine,” he whispered. “Just be yourself. I’ll be in the back, so if you get
nervous, look at me.”
~DELETED SCENE 2: SYKES AND BRAN’S SHOWDOWN~
“Get lost, dude. She’s with me,” a voice said from behind us.
I didn’t see Sykes come from behind me until he spoke. His possessive behavior
was beginning to worry me. I scowled, watching Christian scurry downstairs.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I turned and started toward my bedroom. He shadowed me, as I
unlocked my bedroom and entered.
“It’s ten to eight, so if you want me to close the door so you can focus,” Sykes
asked from the middle of the room.
I nodded, but instead of lying on the bed, I pulled out the computer chair and sat.
“You don’t have to stay.”
“I don’t mind.” He closed the door, leaned against it and continued to study me.
“Do I make you uncomfortable, Lil?”
I rolled my eyes.
“No.” Despite my response, unease crept through me. He was acting weird
tonight. “Bran is in trouble.”
Sykes made a face. “How do you know?”
“He was supposed to be back by seven, but it’s now,” I looked at my watch, “ten
to eight. Something is wrong.” Sykes didn’t need to know about the special connection
between Bran and me. Ever since Remy told me believing in alrunes was archaic, I didn’t
want to mention it to any of the Guardians.
“Do you want me to teleport to the Brotherhood’s enclave and check on them?”
I almost said yes, but resentment gushed from him like water out of a geyser. It
was obvious he hated discussing Bran. I didn’t know what to do or say to lessen Sykes’
feelings. Remy insisted he needed time to get over me, yet his feelings seemed to grow
stronger instead. It was becoming harder to bear his frustration.
“Do you?” Sykes asked from his position by the door.
“No, you don’t have to. I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason why he’s late.”
Annoyance crossed his face. My gaze went to the drink in his plastic cup and back to his
face. “How much have you drunk already?”
He shrugged. “A bit.”
Maybe the alcohol was making him act weird. “Are drunk?”
He chuckled and took a sip. “No. We naturally metabolize alcohol faster than
humans. Why do you think Kim is the Queen of the Bong, or no guy can beat Izzy at
shooting shots? Do you want to try some?” He extended the frothy amber liquid toward
I wrinkled my nose. “No thanks. One, Gramps would ground me forever if he
catches me. And believe me, he’ll know as soon as he walks through the door. Second, I
don’t think I trust anything you say tonight. You’re in a funny mood.”
“Oh, Red. I’m always in a funny mood around you.” He moved toward me, a
wicked glint entering his eyes. “You and Llyr have been fighting a lot lately.”
I shrugged. “We had a little misunderstanding and already made up,” I said in an
upbeat tone. Where was Bran? I looked at my watch again. It was ten-to-eight.
Sykes paused by my chair, his leg brushing against my knee. He stared down at
me. “He doesn’t know what a treasure you are.”
“Oh, he does.” My heart pounded as my empathic powers picked up his feelings.
He wanted me. Usually he hid it well. “It’s just that—”
“Don’t make excuses for him,” he snapped. His tone gentled as he continued. “If
you were mine, I’d never give you a reason to get angry or disappear when you need me
the most. How are you going to focus tonight while worrying about him?”
“I can, so quit already.” I could handle a teasing Sykes any day. The smoldering
mass of jealousy and need he’d morphed into was too much. Pushing against my chair, I
stood and stepped away from him. “You need to leave now, so I can focus on reading the
He moved closer. Before I could guess at his intentions, he reached out and ran
his knuckles along my jaw. I froze, not sure how to react.
“Give me a chance, Lil,” he whispered in a husky voice. “I’ll never—”
"Touch her again or I’ll rip your freakin’ arm off,” Bran snapped.
My gaze flew to where Bran stood by the door, emerald eyes flashing. Any
second, I expected his eyes to turn red. A nasty bruise darkened his jaw and he had a cut
on his lower lip.
I walked around Sykes to Bran’s side, and reached up to touch the bruise on his
chin. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he mumbled, but his eyes stayed on Sykes, who now
faced him and smirked.
Rage crested inside the room. I didn’t need this, not now. The two of them were
about the same height, both lean and hard, but Bran could still hurt Sykes. He had more
“Valafar will be calling in a few minutes, so you two need to cut it out,” I said in
a commanding voice, but I might as well be talking to two sacks of potatoes. Grabbing
Bran’s arm, I tried to move him away from the door but he wouldn’t budge. “Move and
let him leave, or you and I are going to have a problem.”
He looked down at me, his expression unapologetic. He had perfected that
arrogant, don’t-screw-with-my-head look, but I wasn’t intimidated.
“I mean it,” I added, going toe-to-toe and nose-to-nose with him.
“He thinks he can sneak behind my back and steal you away from me,” he
I poked at his chest. “Don’t use that tone with me. I’m…not…a toy…to be
“I didn’t have to sneak, Llyr,” Sykes said with a sneer. “You are never around
when she needs you. You keep secrets from her.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bran yelled, jabbing a finger in
Sykes’ direction. “I should just kick your ass right now.”
Sykes spread his arms, Bring it on.
Boneheads. I glared at the lock and it turned into place. Without saying a word, I
focused on Bran and Sykes. Gasps filled the room when their backs slammed on the
opposite walls, heads almost touching the ceiling. I winced, for once hating the ability to
feel Bran’s pain, but my hold on them didn’t ease.
“Now listen to me because I swear, this is the only time I’m going to say this. I’m
starting with you.” Bran’s eyes narrowed when I glared at him. “I’m not a toy Sykes can
steal from you. I’m a person. I have a mind of my own, and feelings, and a right to
choose. And I…chose…you.” He grinned and shot Sykes’ a triumphant glance. “Though
at the moment, I don’t know why.” Bran’s smile disappeared.
Turning, I caught Sykes grin. “You have no reason to smile. I’m Bran’s girlfriend.
You must accept that. No, don’t say a word,” I added when he opened his mouth. I
released him, and he teleported to the floor. “Just leave and tell Izzy I’m ready. She can
ping me when Valafar calls. Please,” I added when he hesitated.
Sykes swaggered to the door without looking at Bran then turned and winked at
me. Bran growled something under his breath. I had a feeling if I wasn’t holding him
immobile against the wall, he would have decked Sykes.
Bran cleared his throat and drew my attention. “Are you going to release me too?”
he grumbled, still sounding pissed.
“No. You distract me and I need to focus.” My voice was calm, which only
infuriated him more. His eyes flashed. His wounds were already healing. The bruise on
his chin was gone and a faint pink line was the only indicator he had a cut on his lip. The
pain on his side and back were fading too because I couldn’t feel a thing. I sat on the bed
and looked at my watch. Five-to-eight.
Plopping on my back, I closed my eyes and focused on the psi energies of my
guests. Other than the Guardians’ larger, brighter orbs, there was nothing out of place
with the human’s.
“I’m not going to apologize for threatening him,” Bran said, still not apologetic.
“He was touching you. He’s lucky I didn’t rip his head off.”
“First his arm, now his head. Why not just finish him off and every man you think
is your competition,” I said with a sigh.
“You let him touch you,” he added, sounding more hurt than annoyed now.
“I’ll be sure to punch him next time.”
“There won’t be a next time,” Bran vowed.
I don't know about you but I thought those DELETED SCENES rocked. As if you needed another excuse to buy this book here are links to my review of Awakened (The Guardian Legacy Series Book #1) and Betrayed (The Guardian Legacy Series Book #2). If you are a fan of AWESOME YA books than please spread the word about Ednah Walters The Guardian Legacy Series. I want to thank Ednah for stopping by with these awesome DELETED SCENES.
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