Angie Sandro's Dark Embrace Blog Tour with a Spotlight and Excerpt

I am so excited to have Angie Sandro here at Paranormal and Romantic Suspense Reviews with a Spotlight and Excerpt.

Thanks Angie and Hachette Book Group for allowing me to join your Dark Embrace Blog Tour!

Please take it away, Angie!

About Angie Sandro

Angie Sandro was born at Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri. Within six weeks, she began the first of eleven relocations throughout the United States, Spain, and Guam before the age of eighteen.

Friends were left behind. The only constants in her life were her family and the books she shipped wherever she went. Traveling the world inspired her imagination and allowed her to create her own imaginary friends. Visits to her father's family in Louisiana inspired this story.

Angie now lives in Northern California with her husband, two children, and an overweight Labrador.

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About DARK EMBRACE

Rescued from the brink of death by her cousin Mala, Dena Acker returns to the land of the living with a terrifying gift. Still connected to the darkness that almost claimed her, she can tell when someone's about to die -- but there's nothing she can do to save them. Desperate to rid herself of this cursed ability, Dena has only one chance at peace and two very different men willing to rescue her.

For centuries, Ashmael has seen more souls than he can count but he's never been drawn to anyone the way he is to fragile, beautiful Dena. She fills the dark void of his days with light, and he would sacrifice anything - even his immortality - to cross over to her world and ease her suffering. But he can't afford to be discovered by police detective Michael Anders, who is investigating the deaths that surround Dena. While Michael fights his growing attraction to her, the evidence still points to Dena as the killer. Both men have the ability to save Dena from her horrible fate, but which one can she trust with her darkest secrets?

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Excerpt

I stretch out my senses, attempting to locate the connection stretching between the entity and myself — I really need his name. Surely he has one. My spirit elongates then separates from my body. From above, I look down. My body lies boneless on the sofa. A silver cord connects my body to my spirit self like in the book I read about out-of-body-experiences. The book also warned that if the cord gets severed then my body will die — not a comforting thought when the cord looks so flimsy.

I drift upward, passing through the roof of the house and into the sky. I search the city for anything that might pinpoint the spirit’s location and catch a swirling darkness forming downtown. Thinking about the darkness draws my spirit toward the churning energy of the shadow. He senses my presence. The cloud coalesces, spiraling in agitation, and I feel his hesitance in approaching.

Mentally, I reach out, drawing him closer. “I’m sorry,” I send, infusing my apology with the intensity of my emotions. “Please, come back. Trust me. I won’t hurt you again,” I beg — pleading for him to return from that dark place he has been lost in since our last encounter. It hurts to know he fears my rejection. My actions make him vulnerable. If I don’t earn back his trust, he won’t let me get close enough to read his thoughts.

On this plane, he manifests as humanoid in form. Featureless, but for wounded, dark eyes staring at me with a hunger that reaches deep into my core. His energy flows outward, inching closer, then envelopes my own. I drop my defenses and let him in, but I’m not consumed.

Our spirits join. We become one.

Tranquility fills my body, spilling out in a cooling wave of utter peace that flows into him. His rage drains, rinsed away by the clarity of my thoughts, like new rain washing the dust staining a rose petal. He drinks it in. The darkness in his aura lightens. If asked to describe how the change affects us both, I don’t think I can find the words. His embrace fills with warmth and light. He draws our energies closer. We dance, whirling. I imagine, if anyone can see us, we look like twin tornados, twining together higher and higher into the clouds.

The tug from my body shocks me. I grab onto him, unwilling to go without learning why he’s trapped. What he wants from me.

“What’s your name?” I ask, fighting to hold onto him. “Tell me.”

The tug on my body’s harder this time. It hurts.

“Please, tell me.”

Ashmael…The name floats through my mind, lavender letters against the darkness filling my thoughts. I release my hold. “Follow me,” I beg. “Please”

I fall toward the earth, so fast I become dizzy.

My eyes open on a spinning room. I roll sideways and my stomach heaves, splattering vomit across a pair of shiny, brown pumps.

Downey’s worried face fills my vision. Sweat dots her forehead. “She’s awake,” she cries, patting my back as I gag again. “Ferdinand"

Ferdinand runs out of the kitchen with a telephone clutched to his ear. “I’m sorry, false alarm. She’s awake,” he says to the person on the line.

I frown up at him, uneasy at his panic-stricken expression. “Who’s on the phone?”

“Ferdinand called 9-1-1,” Downey says, voice shaky. “I lost my hold over you. I couldn’t get you to come out of the trance. You stopped breathing"