BOOK TOUR GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY: Betrayed by Ednah Walters

Welcome to my stop on the Betrayed blog tour!

The Guardian Legacy is a series of books about the children of fallen angels-Nephilim, beings with super powers charged with guarding mankind against demons.

 I am featuring a guest post by the author, Ednah Walters, and letting you know about the huge tourwide giveaway!

Book Description

Lil isn’t just an average teenager. She’s one of the Nephilim–the descendants of humans and angels–which gives her some serious psi skills and a mission for redemption. Just when Lil thinks she’s found a balance between her normal life with human friends and her training to become a Guardian, she’s warned that someone close to her will betray her.

When the boy she loves starts acting strangely and one of her human friends acquires a supernatural ability, Lil begins to realize that someone is manipulating the people she loves… and won’t stop until she’s been lured to the dark side.

Ms. Walters has chosen to share a deleted scene from the book today, featuring the hot guys from Betrayed!



“Get lost, dude. She’s with me,” a voice said from behind us.
I didn’t see Sykes come from behind me until he spoke. His possessive behavior was beginning to worry me. I scowled, watching Christian scurry downstairs.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I turned and started toward my bedroom. He shadowed me, as I unlocked my bedroom and entered.
“It’s ten to eight, so if you want me to close the door so you can focus,” Sykes said from the middle of the room.
I nodded, but instead of lying on the bed, I pulled out the computer chair and sat. “You don’t have to stay.”
“I don’t mind.” He closed the door, leaned against it and continued to study me. “Do I make you uncomfortable, Lil?”
I rolled my eyes.
“No.” Despite my response, unease crept through me. He was acting weird tonight. “Bran is in trouble.”
Sykes made a face. “How do you know?”
“He was supposed to be back by seven, but it’s now,” I looked at my watch, “ten to eight. Something is wrong.” Sykes didn’t need to know about the special connection between Bran and me. Ever since Remy told me believing in alrunes was archaic, I didn’t want to mention it to any of the Guardians.
“Do you want me to teleport to the Brotherhood’s enclave and check on them?”
I almost said yes, but resentment gushed from him like water out of a geyser. It was obvious he hated discussing Bran. I didn’t know what to do or say to lessen Sykes’ feelings. Remy insisted he needed time to get over me, yet his feelings seemed to grow stronger instead. It was becoming harder to bear his frustration.
“Do you?” Sykes asked from his position by the door.
“No, you don’t have to. I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason why he’s late.” Annoyance crossed his face. My gaze went to the drink in his plastic cup and back to his face. “How much have you drunk already?”
He shrugged. “A bit.”
Maybe the alcohol was making him act weird. “Are you drunk?”
He chuckled and took a sip. “No. We naturally metabolize alcohol faster than humans. Why do you think Kim is the Queen of the Bong, or no guy can beat Izzy at shooting shots? Do you want to try some?” He extended the frothy amber liquid toward me.
I wrinkled my nose. “No thanks. One, Gramps would ground me forever if he catches me. And believe me, he’ll know as soon as he walks through the door. Two, I don’t think I trust anything you say tonight. You’re in a funny mood.”
“Oh, Red. I’m always in a funny mood around you.” He moved toward me, a wicked glint entering his eyes. “You and Llyr have been fighting a lot lately.”
I shrugged. “We had a little misunderstanding and already made up,” I said in an upbeat tone. Where was Bran? I looked at my watch again.
Sykes paused by my chair, his leg brushing against my knee. He stared down at me. “He doesn’t know what a treasure you are.”
“Oh, he does.” My heart pounded as my empathic powers picked up his feelings. He wanted me. Usually he hid it well. “It’s just that—”
“Don’t make excuses for him,” he snapped. His tone gentled as he continued. “If you were mine, I’d never give you a reason to get angry or disappear when you need me the most. How are you going to focus tonight while worrying about him?”
“I can, so quit already.” I could handle a teasing Sykes any day. The smoldering mass of jealousy and need he’d morphed into was too much. Pushing against my chair, I stood and stepped away from him. “You have to leave now, so I can focus on reading the energies.”
He moved closer. Before I could guess at his intentions, he reached out and ran his knuckles along my jaw. I froze, not sure how to react.
“Give me a chance, Lil,” he whispered in a husky voice. “I’ll never—”
“Touch her again or I’ll rip your freakin’ arm off,” Bran snapped.
My gaze flew to where Bran stood by the door, emerald eyes flashing. Any second, I expected his eyes to turn red. A nasty bruise darkened his jaw and he had a cut on his lower lip.
I walked around Sykes to Bran’s side, and reached up to touch the bruise on his chin. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” he mumbled, but his eyes stayed on Sykes, who now faced him and smirked.
Rage crested inside the room. I didn’t need this, not now. The two of them were about the same height, both lean and hard, but Bran could still hurt Sykes. He had more experience.
“Valafar will be calling in a few minutes, so you two need to cut it out,” I said in a commanding voice, but I might as well be talking to two sacks of potatoes. Grabbing Bran’s arm, I tried to move him away from the door but he wouldn’t budge. “Move and let him leave, or you and I are going to have a problem.”
He looked down at me, his expression unapologetic. He had perfected that arrogant, don’t-screw-with-my-head look, but I wasn’t intimidated.
“I mean it,” I added, going toe-to-toe and nose-to-nose with him.
“He thinks he can sneak behind my back and steal you away from me,” he snarled.
I poked at his chest. “Don’t use that tone with me. I’m…not…a toy…to be stolen.”
“I didn’t have to sneak, Llyr,” Sykes said with a sneer. “You are never around when she needs you. You keep secrets from her.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bran yelled, jabbing a finger in Sykes’ direction. “I should just kick your ass right now.”
Sykes spread his arms, Bring it on.
Boneheads. I glared at the lock and it turned into place. Without saying a word, I focused on Bran and Sykes. Gasps filled the room when their backs slammed on opposite walls, heads almost touching the ceiling. I winced, for once hating the ability to feel Bran’s pain, but my hold on them didn’t ease.
“Now listen to me because I swear, this is the only time I’m going to say this. I’m starting with you.” Bran’s eyes narrowed when I glared at him. “I’m not a toy Sykes can steal from you. I’m a person. I have a mind of my own, and feelings, and a right to choose. And I…chose…you.” He grinned and shot Sykes’ a triumphant glance. “Though at the moment, I don’t know why.” Bran’s smile disappeared.
Turning, I caught Sykes grin. “You have no reason to smile. I’m Bran’s girlfriend. You must accept that. No, don’t say a word,” I added when he opened his mouth. I released him, and he teleported to the floor. “Just leave and tell Izzy I’m ready. She can ping me when Valafar calls. Please,” I added when he hesitated.
Sykes swaggered to the door without looking at Bran then turned and winked at me. Bran growled something under his breath. I had a feeling if I wasn’t holding him immobile against the wall, he would have decked Sykes.
Bran cleared his throat and drew my attention. “Are you going to release me too?” he grumbled, still sounding pissed.
“No. You distract me and I need to focus.” My voice was calm, which only infuriated him more. His eyes flashed. His wounds were already healing. The bruise on his chin was gone and a faint pink line was the only indicator he had a cut on his lip. The pain on his side and back were fading too because I couldn’t feel a thing. I sat on the bed and looked at my watch. Five-to-eight.
Plopping on my back, I closed my eyes and focused on the psi energies of my guests. Other than the Guardians’ larger, brighter orbs, there was nothing out of place with the humans’.
“I’m not going to apologize for threatening him,” Bran said, still not apologetic. “He was touching you. He’s lucky I didn’t rip his head off.”
“First his arm, now his head. Why not just finish him off and every man you think is your competition,” I said with a sigh.
“You let him touch you,” he added, sounding more hurt than annoyed now.
“I’ll be sure to punch him next time.”
“There won’t be a next time,” Bran vowed.

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Posted on June 21, 2012, in book tour, books, free, Giveaway, guest post, reading. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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