Today I have pleasure in hosting K.C. Cavanaugh, author of The Devil Knows during her blog tour. Please give her a warm welcome!
Blurb:
Megan has met her soulmate, her eternal love. The problem is, he is immortal. Not only that, he is a minion of the Devil sent to steal her soul by using her desire to save her best friend from death. Jeremiah, a real devil of a man, is truely in love with Megan. But his work with the Devil requires him to ask the immortal question, "What would you give to save a life?" A better question might be, "What would you give to save a love?" Eternal love and mortals, those words are not something that go hand in hand. By definition eternal love is, well, it's eternal and mortals are so fragile and break so easy. How can something that can die so easily ever really know eternal love? And how can something damned to eternal life ever know love at all? This breakout novel from K.C. Cavanaugh, delivers a vibrant tale of eternal love and imortal torment with clarity, fire, sorrow, and joy. ________________ "Couldn't put it down. K.C. Cavanaugh reminds me of a Gothic Nicholas Sparks." C. Jeff Oakes, Author of Survive and Thrive
ABOUT THE BOOK:
“The Devil Knows” is a paranormal romance-drama. It starts off with
Megan learning that her best friend since birth has been diagnosed with
terminal cancer. Megan’s life is then consumed by the drive to find a way to
save Anya. She scours the internet looking for medical answers, as well as
those that seem far-fetched and impossible.
Soon, her computer
leads her to the possibility of making a deal with the devil. Megan wonders if
it’s even possible for her to give up her soul to save Anya. Not knowing where
to begin, she soon discovers clues and signs that seem to be left for her,
which leads her to an occult shop where she tries to find some answers.
But it doesn’t take
long for Anya to get worse, as it seems each day her condition deteriorates.
Even the doctors are baffled by the progression of the cancer, as it’s much
more aggressive than anticipated. During a trip to the emergency room with
Anya, Megan meets Dr. Carson who is Anya’s attending physician.
Quickly a spark between
Megan and the doctor ignites, even though there appears to be something that
just isn’t right about the emergency room doctor. Besides he treated Anya, so
that makes Megan feels weird. Plus there is the fact that she’s been thinking
about selling her soul, so a relationship is the last thing on Megan’s mind!
But after a few encounters, Megan realizes that Jeremiah Carson may not be
exactly who he has portrayed himself to be.
Who holds the answers
to curing Anya? Could Megan really sell her soul when it comes down to
it? Only the devil knows…
Links:
ABOUT the AUTHOR:
K.C. grew up in a small town
in Northeastern PA, she still lives close to her hometown, remaining close with
her friends and family. She has been writing since a young age, and always
wanted to be a writer. Before now, she focused on poetry and short stories. The
Devil Knows is her debut novel, and was written after K.C. found out that a
family friend was diagnosed with cancer.
With lots of projects in the
works, she is hoping to release her second novel this summer. You can look for
her YA apocalyptic trilogy, Eternal Trilogy (with a few additional
shorts), and a YA paranormal mystery.
LINKS:
Excerpt One:
"Are they talking about
admitting her?" Megan asked, trying to keep the horror out of her voice.
From their conversations the doctors hadn't thought hospitalization would be
necessary and she could receive her chemo as an outpatient. If the emergency
room doctors were considering hospitalization for anything other than
dehydration and nausea, then Anya was not in good shape. If so, all the
optimism and perky tones in the world wouldn't do her any good.
"I don't know,"
Bryan repeated, clearly frustrated. "I don't think the doctors know!"
"Okay, okay," Megan
said, trying to calm Bryan down. "I'll be there soon. Let her know,
okay?"
"Yeah," he said
weakly and mumbled that he needed to go and he'd see her soon.
The phone clicked, signaling
the call was disconnected and Megan had to fight the urge to put her head back
and close her eyes as she merged onto the interstate. Thankfully the rush hour
traffic was dissipating.
Minutes later Megan was
maneuvering through downtown, silently cursing every red light. She had been
able to see the hospital since she exited the interstate and was anxious to
reach her destination.
Finally, the light turned and
car in front of her rolled through the intersection. Megan made her right turn
into the hospital parking garage and felt her pulse begin to race.
It wasn't fear of being too
late, but the fear the unknown. Having just seen Anya earlier, Megan wasn't
sure what kind of state her best friend was going to be in.
The parking garage was across
the street from the hospital and Megan collected the ticket so she could
proceed further into the underbelly of the garage and begin her hunt for a
space.
Parking was a nightmare—almost as bad as the ones she had been suffering
at night. She reached the third level before she found a parking spot in a
distant corner of the garage. She quickly trotted to the elevator, waited for
what felt like hours, and wrote it down to street level.
Excerpt Two:
“So, that doctor was pretty
cute, huh?” Anya asked, teasing.
Snorting, Megan retorted, “Oh
yeah, a real hottie.” But in the back of her mind, she was drooling over the
good doctor. He wasn’t bad to look at, Megan had to admit. Though he didn’t do
anything to warrant the opinion, she got the impression he could be intense.
“He seemed to think the same
about you,” Anya replied.
“Anya! He was there as your
doctor, not to pick up girls.” Megan
couldn’t believe Anya’s playful mood. She never teased Megan about guys—well,
hardly ever. “Look, I have too much on
my plate right now with school. I’m not looking for anything,” she said, trying
to figure out if she was trying to convince Anya, or herself.
“Who said you have to be
looking for something, Megs? He’s hot, you’re hot, and the two of you could be
hot.”
The look Anya was giving her
made Megan burst out in laughter. This was good. She liked having this happy,
clever Anya around. It was how Megan wanted to remember her.
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