Saturday, December 7, 2013

Entranced Publishing Presents Entrusted by Connie Ann Michael Blog Tour Stop

Title: Entrusted
Author: Connie Ann Michael
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
Release Date: 18 November, 2013


Thrust into a world of Native American legends about Skinwalkers and Ancient Ones, Emma Hunter finds herself in the middle of a battle for a heart holding great powers – A heart hidden within her. 

Seventeen-year-old Emma wants what every teenage girl wants: a life that revolves around school, her friends, and a boyfriend who only has eyes for her. Little does she know that in order to get one, she must sacrifice the other two. 

After a series of events put into motion by Luke, the boy she thought loved her, Emma is kicked out of her group home and her school. Her best friend mysteriously vanishes and now she’s forced to move to a secluded coastal town, where she hopes to escape Luke’s obsessive control. Instead, she finds her dreams invaded not only by Luke, but Solomon, a mysterious Native American warrior sent to protect her. 

But when Solomon shows up in her reality to explain he’s her protector, she soon learns that he’s so much more. As Emma struggles to understand what’s happening to her, she must also deal with her undeniable attraction to Solomon. Their connection is stronger than anything Emma has ever experienced before and now she must decide: can she trust him with her heart? And just how far will she go to protect it?

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I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at him and say what I needed to say. I wanted to accept his help, I wanted so badly not to be alone but I was afraid. “I was told not to trust you. I need more time but he’ll come. He’ll eliminate you. That’s what he does.”

He leaned toward me, his tone stern. “You have to live the life you have been given. You did not cause nor deserve what has happened. Don’t force yourself to shut people out before you give them a chance. I’m stronger than you think.” His voice hovered over me. “You can trust me. I’ll never hurt you. And I’m not asking to be your friend. You have no choice in my involvement. Accept my help or not, I’m here to stay.”

My eyes were drawn to his. The pull toward him was overwhelming. I was losing my resolve.

“Why are you afraid of me?” His words turned soft and I wondered if I had heard them at all. “When I come…why are you afraid?”

“I don’t know who to believe.” I sighed. “My mind is being told too many things. I don’t know what I am. What you are. I am afraid for you. I don’t want to be responsible for another life.”

He took my hand and rubbed it against his cheek. So soft, I thought. No stubble. Flashes of Luke’s rough skin against my cheek when he’d finally kissed me slithered through my thoughts. My breath caught. I closed my eyes, trying to regain my own thoughts, to push the hard kiss from my mind. Luke’s words echoed through me. I was your first kiss.

Solomon leaned forward and touched his lips to my cheek, lingering briefly before moving away.

My Review

5 of 5 Entrusted

Entrusted is one of those rare finds in a read because you don't hear much about it and the cover is just simple. But what lies in this book is so much more than I ever expected. It is full of Native American Folklore and it is just simply amazing! I mean I am part Native American and to read about the folklore told to us by the elders is amazing.

Emma Hunter is just trying to stay under the radar. She wants to have a normal life. She wants friends, school, and a boyfriend. She doesn't want anything else and she doesn't think she is asking for much but still she finds herself with Luke and in a heap of trouble. So much so she is kicked out of school and Luke is stalking her not getting that things are over. So she is shipped out to a small coastal town where she can start all over again.

Only thing is when she gets there she starts having these weird dreams and she meets Solomon in her dream world. Solomon tells her things and shows her things. At first she is not sure what is real and what is a dream because Luke is still harassing her in her dreams and elsewhere. SO what is she supposed to do? Can she escape Luke for good. When she thinks nothing else could happen to her in walks Solomon her dream guy and he reveals to her things that are going on and she will have to make a decision to trust him or not.

What will Emma do about Luke? Will Emma believe everything that Solomon is telling her about The Native Americans or will she flee and get away from everything around her??????????????????

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He pulled me to my feet. His hands remained on my upper arms. The intense heat of our connection radiated through the sheer material of my blouse. “It doesn’t mean I have to like the fact I’ve been replaced.” His voice was rough. “You look beautiful.”

I cocked my head to the side and watched his eyes move over me. A shiver ran through me. “You weren’t replaced.”

“You’re cold.” He took off his coat and wrapped it around my shoulders. Immediately, his scent filled the air around me. My head was swimming, either from the wine or the close proximity of Solomon, I wasn’t sure which. I held the front of the jacket closed. He slid his arms beneath, it running his hands up and down my back to warm me. Oh my goodness, was I getting warm.

“Warm now?” He gave me his teasing grin.

“Why were you at the window?” I tried to keep my voice even while his hands continued to caress my back. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“I was going to knock. But then I saw you and sort of lost my train of thought. Anyway, I didn’t want to have to play the social guy this evening.”

“I’m not sure she would have invited you, it is kind of a girl's night,” I said.

“Why risk it?” There was that grin again.

I shook my head in a feeble attempt to avoid slamming my mouth against his lips. “So?” I raised my eyebrows.

“So?” He sounded distracted. He seemed to enjoy the closeness as much as I.

“Why are you here?” I pressed into his arms, utilizing all of my liquid courage. I would worry about Luke’s wrath later. Solomon couldn’t back away even if he wanted to and I was getting the feeling that he didn’t want to. His face clouded and I shifted my eyes to his mouth. I wanted to feel his lips on mine more than anything.

“You’ve been drinking.” His voice was tight.

I came crashing back to reality. “What?” I stepped back as if he had slapped me. Why was it no one ever kissed me? Was I that revolting?

“Better not let Bidi know you’re drinking while you’re working for her friend.” His disapproval was palpable.

“I wasn’t.” I started to lie, and then thought better of it. “It was just a glass.” It was a lame response, but I felt like a child being scolded. “Bidi isn’t my parent,” I added, and then wished I had kept my mouth shut.

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say a word. He’d dropped his hands from under the coat and the cold of the evening came back.

“And you’re not my father.” I took another step away from him.

“What would he have said about this?” I shivered at the coolness in his voice. I couldn’t believe he asked that.

“Nothing,” I yelled. “I don’t have one!”

He reached out and ran a finger along my forehead. “So many scars.” His hand continued down my cheek and stopped at my mouth. “Does it make it better? Does the alcohol make it any better?” The downward trail continued until he rested his palm lightly over my collarbone, his thumb running over my bare skin.

I felt my breath catch.

His hand slid to the back of my neck. Moving in, his lips touched my ear. “When it is time, you will not be drunk. Or tied to another.”

About the Author:

Connie Ann Michael was raised a city girl, but was converted to a country girl after college and now resides in a speck of a town in Central Washington State. She is married to her former boss as she worked at the local Pizza place and has two college age boys that provide endless material for her books. She loves the outdoors and can be found mountain biking, kayaking, or camping with her family. Being a busy family, she can be found working on her newest novel while on long road trips.

You can find and contact Connie Ann Michael here: 



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Solomon caught me from behind and pulled me into his arms. Laughing a deep laugh, he twirled me in the waves. Finally, I saw the happiness from the photo. I felt myself being swept away. Without thinking, I took Solomon’s face in my hands and wiped loose strands of hair to the side. His hands tightened around my waist and I pulled his lips to mine.

Solomon shoved me back, breaking our connection and pushing me into the water. He staggered backward and grasped his heart. “No. Emma. Don’t.” His voice was hoarse. “You said—”

A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. I took a step toward him.

He stepped away and shook his head. “Not on an impulse. This isn’t a game.”

“I give my soul. My heart. To you.” The words carried the weight of their meaning.

“You said.” He shook his head.

“I trust you,” I said. “I trust you when you say you are asking to share my love and not steal my heart.” 

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Slowly and deliberately, Solomon began to kiss my shoulders, turning me so he could run his fingers lightly over the bruises on my back. I could feel the warmth of his touch become more intense as he transferred the wounds of my body to his own. His kiss, his touch, sent shivers through me, taking all my worries and fears away. He turned me again and placed his mouth over mine for a long, soul-stirring kiss.

“I think you should watch those healing skills of yours.” I was breathless.

He smiled mischievously. “It’s my touch that heals. I thought I would try something different this time.” He continued to trail kisses across my shoulders.

“Well, I give this technique high marks, but have to wonder how the older men would like it,” I stuttered, trying to keep my thoughts coherent.

I felt him smile against my bare skin. “I’ll reserve it for you.”

“Does it hurt you?”

“Not as much as it does you.” His hands moved softly over my bare arms. I watched the bruises appear on him, and then slowly fade away.

“But I can heal you here.” I ran my fingers over the raw sore on his chest.

“Yes,” the word caught in his throat. “You already have.”

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for hosting my tour and for the review! I follow your blog and it's an honor to be on it. Connie