Virtual Tour and Giveaway: Minder by Sandra Cox

Today we're welcoming author Sandra Cox to the blog on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions for her paranormal YA book, Minder.

Sandra will be giving away a digital copy of her novel, "Vampire Bay" at ever stop. Additionally, she's running a contest on her blog as follows:  To enter the contest leave a comment on any posts in June, mention Minder and include your email address, and you're entered to win:

A set of butterfly pins
A Starbucks gift certificate
A book dedication
And a PDF download of Minder

So comment today AND follow her tour (if you click on the banner over there on the left, it'll take you to a list of her tour stops) AND visit her blog!  The more you read and comment, the better your odds of winning. You could be introduced to a great new author AND win cool prizes!

Among the northern tribes there is a legend passed down from generation to generation about shape-shifting Minders—guardians of the innocents—and how they came to be.

It is said that nowadays only a handful of Minders exist, hunted to near extinction by a fearsome beast. Of the remaining Minders, only one wears a garnet-studded collar, the symbol of protection and royalty.

Even when my aunt told me the story, and handed me an ancient garnet-studded band, I had no idea the tale applied to me.

After all, it’s only a legend…

At the cliff’s edge, I stopped and listened to the steady lap of the waves against the rocks. I sucked cold air deep into my lungs. Night sounds surrounded me. A purr of contentment rose in my throat. I’m getting used to the purr. It’s a great way to express pleasure.

I pivoted toward the house and saw my aunt silhouetted in the window, the light at her back. I lifted my hand. She waved back.

The wind shifted. I smelled a rabbit. My butt twitched as the perfume of warm flesh filled my nostrils. His rapid heartbeat pulsed through my ears. I forgot all about Aunt and went bounding into the forest.

The rabbit saw me. With a frightened squeak, he hopped away, his little powder-puff tail white in the dark. I leapt after him and laughed with exuberance from the sheer joy of being alive.

The rabbit ran deep into the woods. I followed. Fear gave the bunny speed and he stayed just out of my grasp.

It happened gradually. My joints began to stiffen. The hair on the nape of my neck rose. A horrific scent filled my nostrils and made my stomach flop. No longer the hunter, I’d became the prey.

Multi-published author Sandra Cox writes YA fantasy, crossover YA, historic and paranormal romance and metaphysical nonfiction.

Sandra lives with her husband, a menagerie of pets, and an occasional foster cat in sunny North Carolina. She’s a vegetarian, enjoys kickboxing and loves nothing better than good book.

You can find her at:
http://sandracox.blogspot.com
http://www.sandracox1.com
Twitter @Sandra_Cox