Saturday, April 26, 2014

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

Emeralds And Pearls by C. Spencer-Upton


 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 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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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
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?”
“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
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
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
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.
The person they doubted.
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