Eye of the Storm by Elle Klass *Review and Giveaway

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Title: Eye of the Storm: Eilida’s Tragedy (Book 1 in the Ruthless Storm Trilogy)

Author: Elle Klass

Genre: Paranormal Suspense

A disturbance at her neighbor’s house piques Eilida’s curiosity. What she discovers is so shocking it sends her running through the mountainous woods during a thunderstorm. She slips on the wet ground, plummets down Mount Wilde, and slams into a large boulder beside River Freedom. Eilida is transported to Lyden, where Sunshine, a receptionist at the local paper becomes engrossed in her story. The further Sunshine delves into Eilida’s life the more entangled their lives become. Paranormal events, frightening dreams, and terror filled memories draw the women together into an unthinkable web of horror.

 

What the Reviewers Say:

Reviews

Youtube Review: https://youtu.be/nEKTKJHMwQI

“It is a well written and compelling tale with an amazing concept that is worth the read. Great for young adults and adults as well.”

Michelle Randall for Readers’ Favorite

https://readersfavorite.com/book-review/eye-of-the-storm

“This psychological paranormal thriller, reminiscent of the “Twilight Zone,” is a chilling tale with mystery and intrigue saturating every page.”

 

Marcha Fox, author of the Star Trails Tetralogy

 

“It’s a Hitchcockian plunge by Ms. Klass, who is once again exploring the world of amnesiac episodes, violent deaths and childhood trauma.”

 

John Reinhard Dizon author of The Triad, Transplant, and Nightcrawler

 review2

Eye of the Storm was a very big paradox of paranormal activity! Elle Klass makes you think, pay attention and keeps you on the edge off your seat. Sometimes I wasn’t sure if I was reading a murder mystery, action, suspense, paranormal, she encompasses them all. Eilida and Sunshine are the two major characters in this story and neither knows who the other is.  It was written well and is part of ongoing books. The only thing I would change would be p.o.v. from narrator it threw me off a few times.. I am an independent reviewer for Paranormal Romance and Authors That Rock. I recommend this book for Mature Young Adults. Im giving this book 4.5 Fangs.

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Author Bio

Elle was born into this world in Redwood City, California and spent her childhood growing in and around the San Francisco Bay Area. She graduated from the University of North Florida. To date she has published two novels As Snow Falls and Eye of the Storm Eilida’s Tragedy (Volume 1 Ruthless Storm Trilogy) along with a short story series titled Baby Girl.For fun she reads, spends time at the beach, travels, and enjoys time with her favorite friends, and family. She is a night-owl known to be a hermit during rainy days, as she loves the sun, and is mostly found poolside over the hot, humid summer months.

 

 

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Eye of the Storm Eilida’s Tragedy

Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/Eye-Storm-Eilidas-Tragedy-Ruthless-ebook/dp/B00OC2H712/

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Google Play- https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Elle_Klass_Eye_of_the_Storm?id=2E0-BQAAQBAJ

 

Giveaway

There is a tour-wide giveaway for two signed paperback copies and swag (two wrist bands and a keychain). Giveaway is international.

 

Book Excerpts

Excerpt 1:

Silently, she stole across the street, but instead of going to the front door, she put her ear up to the wall and listened. From somewhere buried inside her a primordial instinct welled up, which frightened her more than the storm brewing overhead. With her body close to the Turnwell’s house and her chest facing out, she advanced to the back. Trembling sobs alternated with short, shallow breaths told her ears that a small child was wailing inside. Her eyes caught sight of a dim light shining from the door which had been left open a crack. As she slid along the wall of the house, steps unfolded in front of her, leading up their back deck. She cocked her head, glancing towards the window and slowly progressed up the steps without a creek, something like a cat stalking its prey. As she reached the final step, she melted along the wall until her head became flush against the door frame. Taking a deep and silent breath, her guts inside wrenching and twisting, she peered inside the cracked door, gasping at the scene before her eyes. Eilida tore down the steps at warp speed, descending the tree stuffed mountain, while tears cascaded violently down her cheeks.

Thoughts raged through her brain churning and contorting. While she was on auto pilot, she continued to charge downhill without any thoughts as to where she was going. The horrific scene inside the house played like a broken record in her head. Tree branches tore at her clothes and scratched at her flesh as she dashed down the ridge. She barely felt them stinging as her mind was too consumed by the vivid spectacle she had witnessed inside the Turnwell’s home. Bleeding gashes covered her arms, face, and legs. Gnarled tree branches grew arms jutting into the path before her eyes. The rain began to pour across her forehead, leaving flowing rivulets washing away her tears and blood, leaving chunks of hair plastered against her face.

The solid earth had become bombarded with water rushing hard under her feet, causing her to slip in its wetness. She reached her hand out for something to grab hold of, but the trees curled in their disfigured appendages while her feet slipped further beneath, digging into the wet savage ground. Desperate mud covered hands penetrated the sludge groping for a large tree root. Her feet sank further into the ooze until they hit a large rock, sending Eilida flying one end over the other, jostled like an unwanted toy, down the ridge. Tree trunks and small rocks got their licks in bouncing her to and fro. The inertia of her body halted by a large boulder nestled beside the river, leaving her petite frame motionless against the flooding rains. A mess of blood curled and flowed from her head, leaving tributaries along her cheek. Shreds of fabric that used to be clothing clung to her bloody skin as the shadowy moonlight bathed her immobile and unconscious body.

 

Excerpt 2

In the privacy of my bed, I thought about all the quirky occurrences that had invaded my life; the faceless woman, the rains, the quick but forceful storm tonight and in Chesterville. This brought my attention to the little hospital of horrors. What happened there followed me to Chesterville and happened again and my betrayal with Jay. The pictures too!

They say that brain injuries can alter a person’s brain waves, make things possible that might not be possible otherwise; like seeing ghosts. Is this cryptic woman a ghost? My imagination ran wild but it made sense. The only other options were traumatic brain injury or a tumor. Paranormal activity made so much sense.

Outside my windows, the wind growled and groaned and the deluge was back. It came down in cycles, downpour and calm, downpour and calm. My need for slumber overcame the chill that traced up and down my spine.

My sleep returned me to the grey and mushy, spongy ground that sank under my feet. The song was much closer this time. More audible, I could tell it was a woman’s voice. Through the thick air, I was able to make out movement and a shadow.

Instead of following the voice I pursued the shadow. I continued my journey towards it. I felt if I could just reach it the ferocious storm outside would subside and I would be out of harm’s way. The rain falling faster and harder, I was sopping and my visibility was more and more limited. Through the rivulets invading my eyes the shadow appeared to be large and oval. I grew closer and closer finally able to identify the soft form of a face.

The image before me was fuzzy but I could see outlines of the eyes and a nose but not the mouth. Under the nose was still something indefinable. Soaked to the bone I continued. Somewhere inside my soul I had heard the lullaby before. A memory flooded back in disjointed pieces; being held and rocked, a storm and a man.

Suddenly, to my right, he came out of the fog towards me. “There you are,” he said. His voice sent a sharp pang echoing through me. As a reaction, I ran. My feet driving hard into the sinking ground beneath them. The rain turned to blood and a wooden chest, the kind a woman would use to preserve her wedding dress in, materialized before me. Scrambling to reach it and close the lid I jolted awoke.

Tears covered my face. Outside, the lightning illuminated the sky and water pounded my window. The dream had unleashed a very real terror inside me. My body shivered and I yanked the covers up under my chin and curled myself into a ball. I could hear my own heart beat.

After what seemed like an eternity I remembered I wasn’t alone, my soon to be mother-in-law was in the extra room. At the moment I wanted nothing more than a mother’s comforting loving arms. I rushed out of bed to find her shaken from sleep as well. Together we went to the living room and sat on the couch. Not a word was said, but soon we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

drenched, unsteady, and cold, I half stumbled, half crawled back towards my car.

 

Excerpt 3

Jerry’s house was a simple ranch style three bedroom two bath house. His parents had one of the extra rooms and I got the other. Up to this very moment, I had never considered why we so seldom spent time here. His place was neat, orderly and sparsely accessorized with modern style furnishings. Soon I would be living here with him. I examined the place with my wifey eyes. The house was cold and impersonal, devoid of anything that might say, “I’m Jerry and this is my humble home”. His walls were near bear with the exception of his forty inch plasma hanging from the living room wall. It is commonly known that your home is a reflection of who you are. At this juncture, I asked myself who is Jerry? A one dimensional man. Is this the man I am getting ready to marry? I will have to add some color and life into this dismal but orderly home.

The bedroom I stayed in had a twin bed with starched flat sheets that felt cold and inflexible against my back. Unable to sleep, I moseyed into the kitchen for a drink. Everyone else was asleep and an ambiguous silence fell through the air and surrounded me. I felt like I was in a dream lurking around a haunted home. With every step I expected a poltergeist to sail down from the ceiling and take charge of my body or find a zombie hunkered in a corner eating Jerry’s flesh.

In the kitchen I rummaged through his refrigerator watching my back the entire time. The contents inside were catalogued into groups, and unopened like he never ate. His cabinets were the same, all labels facing out and nothing out of place, creepy. A breeze against my back told me I wasn’t alone. I turned slowly and my ghost sat at the table, her head down and dark hair flowing long and twisted.

I’m not scared; I’m not scared I chanted to myself as I moved towards her. I’m not scared, I’m not scared, and she was now in front of me. Anxiety cropped up within the pit of my stomach and crested. I took a deep breath and slowly, gingerly raised my hand to touch her. If she was a ghost my hand would go through. If she was something more than I probably wouldn’t live to know what. My hand glided towards her, ever so close, dangling beside her bent-in shoulders. “Mrs…” I started to say.

Excerpt 4

Outside my windows, the wind growled and groaned and the deluge was back. It came down in cycles, downpour and calm, downpour and calm. My need for slumber overcame the chill that traced up and down my spine.

My sleep returned me to the grey and mushy, spongy ground that sank under my feet. The song was much closer this time. More audible, I could tell it was a woman’s voice. Through the thick air, I was able to make out movement and a shadow.

Instead of following the voice I pursued the shadow. I continued my journey towards it. I felt if I could just reach it the ferocious storm outside would subside and I would be out of harm’s way. The rain falling faster and harder, I was sopping and my visibility was more and more limited. Through the rivulets invading my eyes the shadow appeared to be large and oval. I grew closer and closer finally able to identify the soft form of a face.

The image before me was fuzzy but I could see outlines of the eyes and a nose but not the mouth. Under the nose was still something indefinable. Soaked to the bone I continued. Somewhere inside my soul I had heard the lullaby before. A memory flooded back in disjointed pieces; being held and rocked, a storm and a man.

Suddenly, to my right, he came out of the fog towards me. “There you are,” he said. His voice sent a sharp pang echoing through me. As a reaction, I ran. My feet driving hard into the sinking ground beneath them. The rain turned to blood and a wooden chest, the kind a woman would use to preserve her wedding dress in, materialized before me. Scrambling to reach it and close the lid I jolted awoke.

Tears covered my face. Outside, the lightning illuminated the sky and water pounded my window. The dream had unleashed a very real terror inside me. My body shivered and I yanked the covers up under my chin and curled myself into a ball. I could hear my own heart beat.

After what seemed like an eternity I remembered I wasn’t alone, my soon to be mother-in-law was in the extra room. At the moment I wanted nothing more than a mother’s comforting loving arms. I rushed out of bed to find her shaken from sleep as well. Together we went to the living room and sat on the couch. Not a word was said, but soon we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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Posted on July 8, 2015, in Paranormal Romance & Author's That Rock. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Happy dance! Thanks for the review your thoughts encompass what I want readers to find when they read it. 🙂

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