Title: Wombstone: A Vampireland Novel
Author: Jessica Roscoe
Genre: YA Paranormal (Warning - Mature Readers only
15+. Book includes violence, swearing and sex scenes)
Publisher:
Indiana Ink Publishing
Release
Date: March 1st, 2013
Edition/Formats
available: Ebook
Synopsis: Mia Blake wasn’t the first girl
to be taken by the vampires. She is kidnapped and held prisoner
by Caleb, the world’s oldest and most powerful vampire. Turned against her
will, Mia must find a way to free herself from Caleb’s grip and get back to
those she loves. But defeating the world’s most powerful vampire isn't going to
be easy…
OMG!!! This book was absolutely AMAZING!!! I loved every bit of it and still have not come down from the book high I have after reading and being left with such a cliff hanger!! I can not wait for the sequel to be released, 2014 is too far away. Jessica Roscoe is amazingly talented, Wombstone for me was a Twilight meets A Shade of Vampire PLUS major epic points. I could not put Wombstone down once I started, I was completely hypnotized. Jessica kept me wanting to know more with each turn of the page. I couldn't get enough, there was constant drama and so many twists and turns that I didn't see coming.
Mia has been taken from her home, her only life she has ever known. Now she is living in what she would consider hell. Every story she had ever heard about the paranormal is not as false as she once thought. She is determined not to forget who she is no matter what the cost.
Jessica Roscoe is the author of
Wombstone, a Young Adult paranormal novel. From a young age, she delighted in
the written word and would often scare her poor parents with outlandish stories
filled with the supernatural and macabre. Jessica studied film and
screenwriting at university before deciding that novels were her calling. The
setting for Wombstone was inspired by a six-month stint in the U.S. where she
worked as a lifeguard at a summer camp in Mt Freedom, New Jersey. She is
currently working on the next book in the Vampireland series. Her other loves
in life include good quality tea, delicious wine, reading and hanging out with her
husband and baby girl.
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Sam
stood in the doorway that led from the bedroom to the bathroom, but I could
tell he didn’t want to come any closer. I had the distinct feeling it was
because I was a girl, and that made me wonder. Ryan didn’t care about my
personal space. I was surprised he cared for me at all, after the things he’d
said and done back in Mexico.
Sam
frowned. “How long since you Turned?”
“Since
I was Turned,” I corrected him. “You’re implying that I did this to myself.
Quite the opposite. I expressly asked that this not be done.” As I heard myself
talking, I realized that I sounded like an entitled little bitch, but I was
beyond caring.
Sam
blinked. “Right. How long since you were Turned?”
“I
don’t know,” I answered quietly. “A few days? Less than a week. I don’t
remember a lot of it.”
“Well,
the good news is you’re not going insane,” Sam said, obviously trying to
lighten the mood. “Vampirity is caused by a virus. It attaches itself to your
DNA, makes its way into every cell in your body, and takes over. Vampires can
heal from a wound in a matter of minutes. Have you attacked anyone yet?”
“What?”
I looked at him incredulously. “No. Ew! Why?”
He
shook his head, seemingly pleased. “It’s just ... you seem remarkably lucid for
a newly infected vampire.”
“Remarkably
lucid?” I echoed. “All I’ve done for the past few days is throw up, cry and
bleed.”
“Thank
God for that,” Sam replied. “Usually, vampires spend their first few weeks – or
months – attacking everyone and everything they can.”
I
cast a sidelong glance at the broken lamp and overturned bedside table in the
corner and tried to appear calm and generally non–violent. “Is that what you
did when you were Turned?”
He
paled. He looked like an injured puppy dog.
“Sorry,”
I apologized. “It’s none of my business.”
He
just searched my face, as if looking for the answer to a question I didn’t
know.
This
is awkward.
“That’s
what all vampires do,” he said quietly. “The bloodlust, it’s quite horrific.”
“Bloodlust?”
I echoed. “Like being hungry?”
He
stared at me like I was a freak. I shifted uncomfortably under the weight of
his eyes.
“Like
being a homicidal maniac,” he said, “with zero impulse control.”
“Oh,”
was all I could think to say.
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