OF THE TREES by E.M. Fitch Release Day Celebration, Guest Post & Giveaway! (ends 3/13/17)

March 3, 2017

I am so excited that OF THE TREES by E.M. Fitch releases today and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author E.M. Fitch, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $25 Fandango Gift Card, US Only courtesy of Month9Books. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.

 About The Book:

Title: OF THE TREES Author: E.M. Fitch

Pub. Date: February 28, 2017
Publisher: Month9Books
Format: Paperback, eBook | Pages: 345
 Cassie and Laney fancy themselves amateur ghost hunters. When a carnival comes to town, Cassie embraces the chance to try something new.
 Carnival workers watch the girls with a collective gaze that ignites in Laney a dark and dangerous fascination, leaving Cassie unnerved.
It’s not just their age or the unsettling way they stare. There is something in the shifting of their skin and the way their features seem to change in the shadows.
Cassie can’s shake this sickening feeling that there’s more to the carnival
than meets the eye.
When townspeople suddenly start dying and bloody warnings appear around
town, Cassie is lured into a nightmare where trees whisper and strange,
shape-shifting men haunt the backwoods she once hunted for ghosts with her best friend.
Then Laney goes missing, and only Cassie can get her back. But the creatures of the trees aren’t simply going to hand Laney over to Cassie without getting something in return.
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He didn’t hesitate, didn’t speak. His hands raked up from her hips, settling warmly on her waist, and he brought his lips purposely to hers, pressing her hard back into the tree. She squeaked, surprised and shocked at his directness—and more shocked at her response.

She didn’t protest, and he took full advantage of the gasp she emitted as he nipped at her lower lip. The unnatural heat that had been plaguing her flared into life, searing her insides. He wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t slow; he angled against her, his whole body pressing to hers. His mouth slid open, coaxing hers to do the same, and his tongue slid along her own. She felt
muddled, confused. It was delusive, fast, and unexpected. She was frozen.

But he wasn’t. His hands came around her, stroking under her jacket and up her back, his fingers dancing lightly as he drew them down her sides. His kisses were heady, more intoxicating than the beer she had, and her brain shut down. She kissed him back, hard and without thought. He pulled back from her mouth, trailing his lips over her jaw and to her neck, tracing the bounding lines of her arteries with the tip of his tongue. A sigh escaped without her permission, and she felt his lips curl into a lazy smile before he dragged them up to seal
over her own again.

Her mind was hazy, but through the haze came a burst of noise. A moan, loud and distinct cut through the silence of the forest. She started, stiffening in his arms. He ignored it, his hands tracing up her body and landing on her neck. His fingertips traced intricate patterns on her skin as he angled her head into the kiss. She felt weak, unable to stand on her own, but his body kept her securely pinned to the tree, and she didn’t move.

Someone, someone nearby, whimpered. Cassie’s eyes flew open. She didn’t even remember closing them. Her breath came sharp and fast; she was gasping into the kiss. He broke free again, bending back to the column of her throat, his fingers leaving her neck and trailing slowly and seductively down her front. Her head fell back to the tree, and she was blinking fast. It was unreal. It felt so unreal. He was everywhere, surrounding her. Her mind was
clouded and her thoughts scattered. There was nothing, nothing at all but his lips and his body and his warm, warm hands. She shuddered underneath him, and he stooped lower, yanking the edge of her jacket back and trailing his tongue over her exposed collarbone.

 Guest Post 

What do you feel is missing in the lives of the younger generations? How do you feel society could improve it?

Adventure. I feel there’s so much less opportunity for unscripted adventure. My childhood was partially spent in organized sports, as was many of my neighborhood friends. I loved it, and I’m so glad I got to do that. But more than the structured playtime on the softball field, I am so grateful for the hours and hours of wild free time I was able to enjoy in the woods behind my house. Every Friday night of my childhood was spent playing old fashioned games in my backyard. The neighborhood kids would come over, we’d play Kick the Can, Ghosts in the Graveyard, Capture the Flag, and on rainy nights we’d sneak and make prank phone calls to our other neighbors. My parents were home, but not reciting the rules to the game, or dogging us about fair play. Us kids figured that out on our own. I’ll never forget the thrill of sprinting top speed through the woods, knowing where to place each footstep to avoid the brambles and pricker bushes, so I could get away from my pursuer, a kid who maybe didn’t know my woods as well as I did. There was camaraderie in those woods at night, there was teamwork, fun, adrenaline. There was also bears and mountain lions. Still, I’m of the firm belief that kids need that, they need to engage in some risky behaviors, it’s part of their make-up. Now, I had sports, hiking, exploring the woods, and eventually other activities to quench that thirst for adventure. I hate to think of what happens to kids who don’t get access to that natural outlet – because kids need adventure, and they’ll find it on their own no matter what.

So how can society address this? I think adults need to be a bit braver. Now, I’m not saying parents shouldn’t parent their children. I’m not saying we should be encouraging children to go running toward strangers offering candy. What I’m saying is there’s a cost to safety; it costs freedom, it costs independence. It’s a harder thing to learn to trust our children than it is to lock them up for safety’s safe. But we need to do that. We need to develop a sense of faith. Faith that we’re doing our best as parents; faith that our children will be ready; faith that even when they fall, they’ll be able to pick themselves back up. Children who don’t fail, and fall, and hurt, become adults who can’t handle it when they do. So give them adventures, let them play unscripted, let the petty arguments of youth be handled and settled by the youth, teach your kids to be kind, and strong, and fair, and then by all means, let them fly.

About E.M: 

E.M. Fitch is an author who loves scary stories, chocolate, and tall trees. When not dreaming up new ways to torture characters, she is usually corralling her four children or thinking of ways to tire them out so she can get an hour of peace at night. She lives in Connecticut, surrounded by chaos, which she manages (somewhat successfully) with her husband, Marc.

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Giveaway Details:

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  • E.M March 3, 2017 at 7:26 pm

    Thanks so much for having me! I really enjoyed exploring this question!

    • LAWonder10 March 4, 2017 at 9:50 am

      Your book sounds very interesting. I hope t have the opportunity to read/review it one day!
      Best Wishes for Your Success!
      Lu Ann

  • Julie Bickham March 3, 2017 at 10:23 pm

    Looks like a interesting book. I look forward to reading this!