Emeralds And Pearls by C. Spencer-Upton Blog Tour, Excerpt, GuestPost, & Giveaway

Emeralds And Pearls by C. Spencer-Upton

Synopsis

 I've spent seventeen years being a wallflower. Seventeen years, watching people live their lives, while mine stood still. I was happy for those years, nothing new happened because I never let it, every day was the same and predictable.

When my parents told me we were moving...to another state, I freaked.

I spent the first week, after the move, wishing I could move back. But then something changed, I became a someone, and to begin with I enjoyed it, but I soon learned, some things aren't always as they seem.

I have two lives now. Both of them are testing me, pushing me to my limits.

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Excerpt

I would stop. I felt like I was flying at the speed of light – only

through the ocean – with a brick wall behind me and a steel

bar across my stomach, pinning me too it. The only sound

was the voice of the angel, keeping me calm. Telling me “It's

okay. Don't panic Chel’s.” Dying didn't feel that bad. My eyes

remained squeezed shut, and I continued to hold my breath,

just in case there was still a chance that I'd make it.

towards the surface, that tiny glimmer of hope latched onto my

heart. Maybe I would make it, and all of this would be like a

bad dream.

biggest breath I could. I was panting uncontrollably as I tried to

regain my composure, oxygen never tasted so good. Or did it?

and the sea air smelt damp and musty. I slowly tried to ease

my eyes open, rubbing them with the heel of my hands.

Peeking through my lashes I found darkness. I rubbed my

eyes again and opened my eyes wider and still, it was just

darkness.

my stomach, not long after the pain had subsided. It was still

there, pushing me against the wall. I calmly moved my hands

and placed them on the bar, preparing myself to break free. As

I adjusted my hands on the surface I felt... skin.

up under my skin, out of fear. Who or what was it? I was

unable to remove my hands, too scared to move.

It wasn't threatening or scary, in fact it made me feel calm.

Calmer than I was a few seconds ago.

steady. “Yes. I think so,” was all I could muster.

closer to my ear than before, it made me jump slightly,

surprised by it's proximity.

couldn't. Instead, the grip tightened. “Sure, anything.” I wasn't

in the greatest position to reject a favor.

from my stomach, and two hands carefully grabbed my hips,

the walls, everywhere else was smooth and slimy. Then I

noticed the light. It was perched on a shelf in the cave, like a

little dugout. It was a cheap, plastic looking battery lantern that

you'd probably buy a child, camping for the first time. Lastly, I

looked at the person holding me.

bare chest, the strong muscular arms and strong hands that

were gripping tightly at my waist.

had been so long since I’d seen it “How you feeling?”

feeling?”

“Confused. Definitely confused.”

looking as if he was trying his hardest to find away of telling

me without scaring me. “We're in the rock?” his eyebrows

muddled together apologetically and he gave a halfhearted

smile.

scanned the cave once more, looking for an exit. Nothing.

way we came in?”

at his bare arms, trying to free myself from him. I wanted to get

out another way and I’d do it without him.

to the wall, away from my body. I continued to squirm, but it

was useless. “We need to talk.”

out of here.”

jump in and now your here. If you'd have let me talk and

had listened to what I had to say, none of this would have

happened” His breathing was becoming heavier, as he

became angrier, but he looked like he was trying his hardest

to calm himself down. I stopped squirming and stared into his

eyes. Not wanting to break contact, to prove I was just as mad

as he was.

About The Author

Born and raised in a small mining town in Derbyshire. Caroline (The C in 'C Spencer-Upton') has spent

her adult years building a home and a future based on what's in front of her, and for a while, that was all

she needed. Family, friends and the dog.

In 2012, that all changed. Her new love of reading became a drug. Living in a fantasy became her happy

place to escape from reality. Her imagination came to life and ideas that had laid dormant for years,

came rushing back to the surface and Emeralds And Pearls was conceived, her debut novel.

In October 2013, that new chapter in her life started and Emeralds And Pearls were introduced to the

world.

Caroline works a normal 8-5 job which has nothing to do with literature. When people discover that she

has written a novel, the look of shock on their faces is enough to bring a smug smile to her face, knowing

that people underestimate her.

Writing is her escape. She loves reading about you guys enjoying something she loves.

This is the start of a new story of her own and can't wait for you guys to be a part of it.

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 Guest Post

Writing has become my life.

It wasn’t always like that though. When I started writing Chelsea’s character I wanted her to be

the complete opposite of me, I wanted her to have a backbone and live a life that I don’t have.

In the end, though, she ended up being… me.

I’ve never had confidence and always find myself blending in with everything and to start

with the fear of rejection stopped me writing, (along with my lack of grammar and punctuation

knowledge.)

I didn’t tell a soul that I was writing a book because it was easier than if I gave up.

After a few months I told a few people and I got the reaction I expected… doubt and laughing

and normally that would have put me off, but this time it didn’t.

Instead, I found myself wanting to prove them wrong and I continued writing.

Along with them, I expected people to hate it, and I guess I still do. I don’t expect everyone to

love it and i don’t expect it to be perfect, but this is a HUGE learning curve for me.

It took a lot for me to post my first chapter online to Critique Circle because I expected it to be

slated but it wasn’t, I received constructive help and encouragement and to me, that was the

best thing I ever did because it helped add fuel to the fire.

As i mentioned above, this has become my life because I see every book as my baby. It starts

out as an idea that grows and takes on it’s own life, and then eventually goes out into the big

bad world, standing on it’s own two feet, each time it becomes ‘Live’ somewhere.

To this day, I still love seeing the reaction on peoples faces, whether it’s a doubtful look, a looks

that says, “You’re having a laugh,” or one that says, “wow.”

I either look at them and remember that face to keep me going. Fight back and tell them I’m

serious or answer their questions when they repeat, “you? You wrote this book?”

I still have no confidence in life and I will always shy away from everything except my book.

When I received my first paperback in the post I bounced around the office at work showing

eeevvvveryone!! I drove them crackers with it, but I was happy, and shouting it from the rooftops

that little ol’ me had achieved something in life.

Me.

The person they doubted.

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