Wednesday, April 1, 2015

REVIEW: Light at the End of Judgement Day (+$15 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Light at the End of Judgement Day
Series: N/A
Pages: N/A
Date Published: 2015
Publisher: N/A
Format: Kindle
Genre: Paranormal 
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours

Synopsis:
Violinist and angel, Yvette Mills has spent almost 200 years living among humans while rounding up ghosts to send into Judgment. Back on the mend from her last confrontation with a malevolent entity, she's ready to reenter the classical-music scene. One problem. She’s not facing one ghost. She's facing hundreds with a few demonic entities sprinkled in.

Dozens of tenants have left the Folsom Building in downtown Charlotte because of the strange goings on. When Yvette's agent goes for the bargain-basement rental prices and now has an office there, her mission is clear. Rid the building of the paranormal vermin to keep him and the few tenants left, safe. It won't be easy when a psychic, who's leading a team of paranormal investigators, discovers she can see ghosts, too. If they discover she’s truly an angel sent from the heavens, she’ll be the first to find herself thrown into the pits of hell.
~My Thoughts~
Yvette was the kind of paranormal character that you really feel for. She's an angel, bound to the earth to basically collect human ghosts (souls) to send them to their Judgement and fate. Add in an interfering psychic who may be working for the cops, and an extremely haunted building, and Yvette's just about has her hands tied behind her back. 

The writing style was energetic and paced so that you were constantly pressing forward with the action of the story. This left little time for reminiscing, describing, and other forms of world-building, but the action itself served in that capacity anyways so it was a really fast-punching novella. 

As hard as it is to create realistic characters and worlds in such a short read, Marcia Colette succeeded very well in that endeavor. I like Yvette, enjoyed the play and banter of words between characters, and got just a taste of the world that Colette's created. That taste did a HUGE job in driving me to want more, and I just so happen to be on the author's Goodreads page right now looking for the next read! 
~Try an Excerpt!~
The elevator wobbled. I touched the wall to make sure there was something to hold onto in case the next wobble meant something else. I watched as the green numbers incremented by one on the wall above my head.

Another wobble.

What kind of rickety elevator was this? Surely, this wasn’t the top-of-the-line building on South Tryon Road, but the least I expected was to get to the nineteenth floor in one piece.

The lights blacked out and the elevator slowed to a stop. I stood on a dark, metal box with nervousness creeping across my shoulders. All sorts of horrible images about what could happen next assaulted my thoughts.

I should've been used to situations like this.

After a deep breath, I steadied my nerves. Death by elevator would be a new one, given the number of other ways I had died over the years. The only good thing about it would be I’d never feel the moment of impact. God was good.

Calmness blanketed me. I reached inside my purse and pulled out my cell phone. I pressed the button on the side to light up the screen.

A screaming, ethereal face appeared and disappeared with the speed of a flasher standing on a street corner and exposing himself to a pedestrian. That was why the elevator really stopped. Sighing, I slipped my phone in my purse and crossed my arms.

The lights on the panel lit up on all of the floors, the dim light giving my light brown skin a slightly darker hue than normal. I was only on the eighth floor.

“Are you done?” I asked, glancing at the dark ceiling. “Because I have to go.”

The lights came on, dousing me in brightness. However, the lights flashed and reshaped themselves into a downward arrow.

The elevator dropped…and slammed to a stop, throwing me off balance.

Pissed, I picked myself off the floor and dusted off any crumbs or dirt that decided to cling. “If you want to scare me, you might want to make sure I’m on a high enough floor that I won’t survive the fall. And by survive, I mean die and don’t come back...this time.”

A long pause and nothing happened. Then, the button for the nineteenth floor lit up and the elevator ascended at normal pace again. Whoever thought scaring someone like me was a good idea or was possible must have gotten a clue. I normally didn’t go around exposing my aura to anyone unless they pushed me to that point. I wasn’t pushed yet.

I got off on my floor and continued down the hall until I came to one of the smallest offices in the building. Maybe the entire block, for that matter.

I expected more of Dennis Furze, but I guess this was more his speed, since he preferred to work at home. This place was more for show whenever he needed to meet with people other than his clients. It was also the first time I visited in the three weeks that he had opened up his new digs for his clients.

When I entered, I let the elderly receptionist know my name and my appointment time.

“There she is.” Dennis traipsed into the lobby and gave me a firm handshake before pulling me close for a peck on my cheek. He reminded me of a spoiled, rich kid who looked somewhat naïve, but had the wheeling-and-dealing prowess of a stockbroker on the Wall Street floors. “How’s my girl? You practicing for your big day tomorrow? Your reentrance back into the classical music society?”

Despite my smile and the earlier attempt at a good scare, I wasn’t moved. “No worries, Dennis. You’ll have your meal ticket again tomorrow night—I swear.”

“Meal ticket? Is that all you think you are to me?”

“Yes, considering you’re my booking agent and you take a certain percentage of all the gigs you put together whether they’re for me as a soloist or my ensemble.”

“Okay, but I also care about you as a person.”


“I also happen to be one of your considerable draws."
~Meet Marcia!~ 
Bestselling author Marcia Colette didn’t discover her love for reading until her late teens when she started reading John Saul and progressed to works by Bentley Little, Stephen King and Laurell K. Hamilton. Her reading tastes convinced her to write paranormals where curses cause people to shift into spiders, psychotic and telekinetic mothers are locked away in attics, and murderous doppelgangers are on a rampage. Let's not forget about the hunky werecheetah coalitions who live throughout North Carolina. As long as she can make it believable, that's all that matters.

Born and raised in upstate New York, Marcia now lives in North Carolina with her mom and beautiful daughter. They’re not raising zombies in the backyard. There aren’t any hellhounds living in the den, only a rabbit and a cockatiel. So where she gets her ideas is as much a mystery to her as anyone else.


The best place to find her--when she's not stirring up trouble--is on her blog where she loves connecting with readers.
Marcia Colette will be awarding $15 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour!

17 comments:

  1. Very good review and exciting excerpt.

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  2. Enjoyed reading your review, thank you!

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  3. The impressive cover is my favorite part of the post today.

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  4. Enjoyed the excerpt today and I love that cover.

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  5. The hat on the cover immediately grabbed my attention before I could read a word. Reminded me of Star Wars, LOL!

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  6. Sounds awesome. I enjoyed the excerpt. It's on my TBR list. Blessings and Thanks to all.

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  7. The book sounds very interesting and I loved the mini bio. It is always interesting to find out a litle about the author

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  8. I like the author bio the best. The author sounds like someone I could be friends with. I was born in upstate NY then later in life I lived in NC.

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  9. I like the excerpt. Strong writing style.

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  10. I loved the excerpt! Thank you!

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  11. Loved the excerpt and the notes on the author, thank you.

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