Monday, January 30, 2012

Shrouded In Darkness Tour Stop/Giveaway

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In junior high, I remember sneaking one of my sister's gothic romances into my room and reading it from cover to cover. From then on, I was hooked. I love to read anything from Scientific American magazine to the nutritional labels of food boxes. There will be many a time you can find me with a book in one hand and a diet soda in another. To me, other than a cold diet soda, the next best thing to reading is writing. I love creating stories and molding characters into living, breathing beings inside my head. Human nature and what drives people whether it be physical or cerebral has always fascinated me and I hope that comes through in my books.

H. D.
H. D. Thomson moved from Ontario, Canada as a teenager to the heat of Arizona where she graduated from the University of Arizona with a B.S. in Business Administration with a major in accounting. After working in the corporate world as an accountant, H.D. changed her focus to one of her passions – books. She owned and operated an online bookstore for several years and then started the company, Bella Media Management. The company specializes in web sites, video trailers, ebook conversion and promotional resources for authors and small businesses. When she is not heading her company, she is following her first love – writing.

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Winner of the Ready-Set-Go Peninsula RWA Contest

Finalist in the Suzannah North Louisiana RWA Contest

1st place in Peninsula RWA Chapter's contest

Jake Preston is on borrowed time. If he doesn’t stumble upon a miracle and soon, he’ll end up dead. And even if he does, he still might end up dead with a clever killer hounding his heels. He believes that the one miracle and antidote to save him is in Margot Davenport’s house, across the country and miles away from Boston. Somewhere locked in her home is the key to reversing an experiment that is killing him.

Margot doesn’t particularly care if she ends up dead. She’s lost everything she’s ever cared for. A divorce and the loss of her job as a corporate lawyer has left her with little faith in herself or in anyone else. More importantly, she’s lost the one person on this earth she’s looked up to and cherished – her brother, Johnny. His death in a car accident has devastated her, and she can’t find the willpower to pull herself from the chasm she’s fallen into. Her only solace is at the bottom of a wineglass. having moved back to the small town in northern Arizona where she was raised, she’s made a point of isolating herself from everyone other than a few chosen friends. Little does she know that her life is going to explode in chaos.


Margot Davenport should never have opened the front door. She should have just kept on getting slowly and thoroughly drunk that night. But the pounding on the door went on and on, reverberating throughout the house and inside her skull. Stumbling from the couch in the living room, Margot knocked over her glass and an empty wine bottle, and grabbed onto her throbbing head with a hand.

“Damn it!”

In the hall she tripped over her calico cat, Marmaduke, who streaked past her and up the stairs. She swore again. The banging continued. The crazy fool outside had given up on the doorbell long ago.

“John! Come on. Open up! It’s me Jake!”

At the mention of Johnny’s name, Margot stomach twisted and rolled with sudden nausea.

“Okay! Okay! Give me a second.”

She groped for the light switch to the hall. Nothing happened.

“Damn, stupid thing!” That’s what she got for not replacing the house’s ancient wiring.

“John, I’m freezing my ass off!”

“What do you expect,” Margot muttered, wondering if this guy was playing some sick joke at her expense.

Margot hit the outside light switch and peered through the glass panel beside the door. A man stood on the front porch. She didn’t recognize him, but then again, the sheet of snow and the light’s glare against the night backdrop didn’t help matters.

A gun or pepper spray for protection sounded pretty nice right now, but Margot hated guns and had never expected the need, living on the outskirts of Greyson, Arizona. It wasn’t like this town up in the White Mountains was loaded with crime. The worst incident had been a case of disorderly conduct last winter, and that had been from a drunken tourist.

“Who is it?'”

A pause on the other side followed --- almost as if she’d surprised him.

“Margot? Is that you? It’s Jake Preston.”

Though muffled, his words were clear enough to make out. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t recall what Johnny had said about him.

Margot frowned and winced as pain cut across her temple, brow and the base of her skull. She should have stopped at one glass of wine. “How do you know Johnny?”

“ I worked with him at Miltronics for several years on the outskirts of Boston.”

Margot debated about turning this Jake away as she watched him stamp his feet against the porch. He must be freezing – what with the wind and the snow.

“ I know it’s late, but I need to talk to John. Please. If you could just get him, you’ll see I’m harmless.”

The urgency in his voice made her decide. He obviously didn’t know about her brother. She sighed heavily. What she had to tell him wasn’t going to be easy.

Margot unlatched the lock and opened the door.

An angry gust of wind burst into the house, tearing the knob from her grasp. The door flew wide and crashed against the wall. Gasping, she reeled back as snow flew in, stabbing her face with icy spikes.

“Here, let me.” He stepped inside and shoved the door closed with his shoulder. He turned his back against the light from the kitchen, casting his face in shadow. His baseball cap further shielded his features – along with sunglasses of all things.

How very odd. Sudden apprehension curled up her spine as Margot stepped away from Jake and the doorway. Topping a good six-feet, he appeared far larger than when he’d stood behind a locked door.

“What are the sunglasses for?” she asked.

“The light.”


“My eyes. They’re sensitive to light. I injured both corneas as a child.”

“Oh.” She must have been staring at him like an idiot, but something about him made her uneasy. And it wasn’t just the glasses and pale complexion.

He must have sensed her disquiet, because he explained further. “It’s called traumatic iritis. It’s something I’ve had to live with as long as I can remember.” He shrugged a large canvas backpack from his shoulder and placed it on the floor. “Can you get John for me?”

“He’s dead.”

Margot never intended for the words to come out so abrupt and final, but … it hurt. Balling her hands into fists, she fought against the sudden tears that burned the back of her eyes. Please no. Not now. She couldn’t fall apart in front of this stranger.

“He can’t be. That’s impossible.”

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For a chance to win an ecopy of Shrouded in Darkness, leave a comment answering the question"What book hooked you on reading for life?" on this post. Contest ends 11:59 pm on 2/05/12.


Tore923 said...

The Twilight series. Please enter me in contest. I would love to read this book. It sounds very good and interesting.

H.D. Thomson said...

Hi, Torre. I'm embarrassed to say I haven't read any of the Twilight series. I really do need to. But I'm a little afraid to because I saw the first in the series at the theater. I do love Dean Koontz. He's my favorite of all time. It's a shame they haven't done his books justice on the screen.

Sebella Blue said...

My big "hooked" moment was Watership Down by Richard Adams. I read it in 1975 and I have read it at least once a year every year since. I have had to replace it several times but it would be the first book I grabbed if a fire started.

H.D. Thomson said...

Well shoot. I'm embarrassed to say that I haven't read Watership Down. It's a classic and one that I've had in the back of my to be read list but have yet to buy a copy. I really should find the time to read it because I've heard such great feedback on it.

Kimberly @ Caffeinated Reviewer said...

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe ..I've been reading ever since. This book looks good..thanks for the giveaway :)

donnas said...

Nancy Drew. The early books.

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Unknown said...

I have been hooked on reading since I was about 5 or 6! Whenever I got the chance, my mom read to me and then when I learned to read I read whatever I could! The books I remember most from childhood were I'll Teach My Dog 1000 Words, Go Dog Go, and The Secret Garden. As I got older and took harder classes, I had to slow my "pleasure" reader because of studying, but now I have been able to pick it back up since I'm between degrees and have more free time!