Friday, May 30, 2014

Blog Tour + Excerpt and Giveaway: Son of Set by Kelsey Ketch


 
Title: Son of Set
Series: Descendants of Isis
Author: Kelsey Ketch
Release Date: 05/02/14

Summary:
“. . . the Sons would never just let him go—alive.”

Seth O’Keefe has broken the laws of his god. He never thought he would sacrifice his own future to protect a Daughter of Isis. But when the Sons of Set discovered Natti is the Secret Keeper, he had no choice. Now, Seth and Natti are on the run from his father, who wants nothing more than to see Seth dead. With no allies, Seth turns to the Daughters of Isis for help, hoping they would protect Natti. But when they meet the Daughters, he discovers a secret that puts both their lives in more danger. Low on options, Seth sees only one possibility for survival. He must help Natti solve an ancient puzzle and find the secret name of Ra.

Natara “Natti” Stone is having a hard time swallowing the truth. She can’t believe what she has learned in the past twenty-four hours: Seth is a Son of Set blessed with charm; she is a Daughter of Isis blessed with a sliver of Ma ‘at; the locket her grandmother gave her holds an ancient Egyptian secret linking to Osiris and Isis. That along with being tortured and brutalized by the Sons of Set, she can hardly hold herself together. Thank God for Seth’s touch! That warm, tingling sensation that drowns it all out. Yet her heart struggles to stay focused. She must quickly embrace her destiny before the secret name of Ra falls into the wrong hands.

*Note: Content for Upper YA*

 
Excerpt
     Natti  rested  her  chin  in  her  hand  and  sighed  as  she  stared  at  Seth’s  empty  seat.  Her fingers tapped against the plexiglass, near the napkin she had written the translation of the locket on. And though its words continually cycled through her thoughts, she wondered where the hell Seth was and why he had left in such a hurry. 
     To get her mind off his strange behavior, she skimmed the photographs scattered over the table. A family portrait of a mother, father, and daughter caught her interest first. The landscape was almost a blinding white with misty mountains in the distance. A wooden deck led out to an expanse  of  flat  sand.  The  family  all  wore  big,  silly  grins  on  their  faces;  the  father  tickling  the little girl while she laughed hysterically. Next to them, Natti could just make out a sign, which read:
 
BADWATER BASIN
282 FEET/ 85.5 METERS
BELOW SEA LEVEL
 
     The picture tore at Natti’s gut slightly, thinking how lucky the  young girl  in the picture was.  Natti  never  had  the  opportunity  to  travel  anywhere  with  her  mother.  As  far  as  she  could remember, it had always been just her and her father exploring the streets of London, driving out to the White Cliffs of Dover or visiting Yorkshire to get away from the city. 
     Heart aching, her line of sight drifted to another photograph right below the first. It was a landscape, almost a professional grade photograph. In the brilliant sunlight, the dark mountains caressed  the  barren  valley  below.  The  wind  propelled  the  sand  over  the  wave-etched  dunes, making  it  look as  if  it was  clear water racing toward the camera. Natti stared awestruck at the image. She had never seen anything quite like it before. From her perspective, it truly could have been a river, flowing through the mountain range. It tugged at her memory, retrieving a part of the locket’s translation: Mountains protect the flowing sand. 
     Startled,  Natti  was  jerked  from  her  thoughts  when  a  mug  of steaming  hot  water  hit the table.  She  looked  up  at the  middle-aged  waitress.  The  woman’s  curly,  dark  hair  was  tied  back with  a  scarf,  which  flowed  over  one  shoulder.  She  plunked  down  a  selection  of  tea,  sugar packets, cream, and a glass of Coke.
     “Sorry for the delay. Alison had a family emergency.” The woman snapped on a piece of gum while she spoke. “So I’ll be your server this afternoon. Are you ready to order?”
     Natti quickly thought of the turkey and avocado BLT she selected from the menu. “I am, but  .  .  .”  She  glanced  at  Seth’s  empty  seat. “I  think  I’ll  wait  for  my  friend  to  return  before ordering. He should be back in a few minutes.”
     The woman gave a sly smile. “He’s a real honey, that one. I’d say if you haven’t snatched him up already, you’d better pounce before some other girl nabs him.”
     “Or  three,”  Natti  muttered  under  her  breath  as  she  thought  how  Seth  could  juggle multiple women at once. “Um, before  you go, could  you tell  me where this photo was taken?” she asked, pointing to photograph of the mountains and flowing sand.
     The woman  frowned when she  looked at the picture. “I’m  not sure, actually.  Lydia and her husband traveled to practically every desert in the world. Erin was an amateur photographer and simply loved desert landscapes.” She rubbed her chin like she was thinking. “But knowing Lydia,  she  probably  has  the  location  written  on  the  back.  If  you  just  hold  up  your  mug  for  a second, it should be close enough to snag . . .”
     Natti  watched  the  waitress  lift  the  plastic  enough  to  slip  her  pinkie  in  and  pinpoint  the photograph with her nail. She carefully slid the picture out and flipped it around. 
     “Yep. Predictable Lydia. This was taken in Death Valley, California.”
     Natti’s  excitement  soared  when  the  waitress  read  the  name,  even  though  she  had  never heard of Death Valley before. “Do you know if there are, or were any, rivers or lakes there?” She knew she was technically breaking her promise to Seth by asking, but she just had to know.
     “Sorry.”  The  waitress  shrugged. “I  was  born  in  Fallon  and  haven’t  ventured  out  of  it once. I’m sure you can find all that out on the internet though. Everything is out there nowadays. You can use the free Wi-Fi, if you’d like.”  
     Natti’s  heart  fell.  She  didn’t  exactly  have  a  computer or  a  smartphone  at  her  disposal, which made linking the location of Ra’s secret name to Death Valley quite a long shot. Still, she had to tell Seth what she found. 
     “Thanks.”  She  shot  from  her  seat  and  took the  photograph  from  the  waitress. “Could  I borrow this for a second? I promise I’ll put it back once I’m done, and I’ll be extra careful with it.”
     “Ah, okay.” The waitress shrugged. “Fine by me.”
     “Thank you,” Natti repeated. “I’ll be right back, promise.” 
     She ran for the door, hardly able to wait to tell Seth. He probably would shrug it off and say it’s nothing, but she didn’t care. She felt as if she was one step closer to solving the puzzle. However,  when  she  pushed  open  the  entrance  door  and  stepped  into  the  parking  lot,  all  her excitement and glee vanished in an instant. Her eyes filled with tears when they fell on Seth, who had pinned the waitress—Alison—to the side of  a white truck. His body sandwiched her while her  fingers  were  tangled  in  his  hair.  Their  lips  so  close,  they  looked  about to  kiss.  Alison  was speaking  to  Seth  in  what  looked  like  shaky  whispers.  She  even  moaned,  brushing  her  leg  up against Seth’s thigh while her hands stroked and caressed his neck.


On sale for $.99 during the week of the tour


About the Author
During her high school years, Kelsey Ketch could always be found tucked away in a little corner of the hall or classroom, writing her fantasy worlds and creating illustrations and maps. Today is no different, except now she’s writing in the break room at her office building or at the tables of the Barnes and Noble Café in Cary, North Carolina. She is also an avid reader, a part-time book blogger at Ketch’s Book Nook, and lives with her two orange tabbies and awesome and humorous flat-mate. Daughter of Isis is her debut novel.




***GIVEAWAY***
One lucky winner will get a was scepter pendant (created specially by SilverspotStudio), a hieroglyphic tote bag, and a Son of Set journal (INT)


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1 comment:

  1. Poor Natti, I can imagine how she feels in this scene.

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