BLOG TOUR: Uncovering Cobbogoth by Hannah L. Clark
ABOUT THE BOOK
Norah Lukens needs to uncover the truth about the fabled lost city of Cobbogoth. After her archaeologist uncle’s murder, Norah is asked to translate his old research journal for evidence and discovers that his murder was a cover-up for something far more sinister.
When she turns to neighbor and only friend James Riley for help, she realizes that not only is their bitter-sweet past haunting her every step, but James is keeping dangerous secrets. Can Norah discover what they are before its too late to share her own.
When she turns to neighbor and only friend James Riley for help, she realizes that not only is their bitter-sweet past haunting her every step, but James is keeping dangerous secrets. Can Norah discover what they are before its too late to share her own.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hannah L. Clark lives with her husband and their son in the Rocky Mountains. She has always known she would be a storyteller. In 2006 she graduated from Utah Valley University with a bachelor’s degree in English, and immediately began writing Uncovering Cobbogoth.
Hannah loves running, mythology, laughing, soulful bluegrass music, and growing things. Like her heroine, Norah, she is slightly inclined to believe that trees have souls.
To learn more about Hannah and the Cobbogoth series, visit www.cobbogoth.com.
Rebekah G. Shakespear lives with her husband and two sons in Texas. She received a double degree in Graphic-Web and Print Design from Henry Ford Community College in Michigan.
Bekah loves being a mom, photography, illustrating, refinishing furniture, organizing and being related to the author, for whom she has held a long abiding love and admiration for since before Hannah was even born.
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REVIEW
Uncovering Cobbogoth is a book I had a really hard time putting down. The book drew me in from the beginning where Norah wakes up on a bus unable to remember why she is covered with scratches and has twigs and leaves in her hair. After her uncle's murder, she's drawn into the investigation and starts learning things that force her to face the possibility that her uncle's fascination with the mythical Cobbogoth has more to do with her than she could have imagined. I loved reading about her relationship with James. This is the kind of romance that I like, sweet and intense. But a shattering series of revelations at the end hit me hard but also made me eager to read more about them in the future.
While there were a few awkwardly written sentences in the book, the intense plot and great characters cancels that out in my mind. For those who enjoy, intense but clean, paranormal romance, I can highly recommend this one.
EXCERPT
Nor?
” James rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the heel of
his hand. One look at me, however, and he was wide awake. “What is it?
Is it Gram?”
“No. No, not that,” I croaked, guilt
rushing through me for causing him more worry.
The panic left his eyes, and he squinted
at me.
I shuffled self-consciously. I knew I
looked terrible. I’d been up crying half the night after my argument with Uncle
Jack about James breaking my heart. Finally, I snuck out my window, climbed
down my cherry tree, and headed to the fire station to see James.
“Hey, Riley! Cut the lights, man!”
James glanced back into the dark,
communal bedroom where the rest of the night shift firefighters slept.
“Come here.” He took my hand, closed the
bedroom door and, in stockinged feet, led me down the hall. A moment later, we
were sitting side by side on the stairs. James still held my hand, and I hoped
he’d never let go. I watched as he reached into his shirt pocket, fishing
around until he found a piece of peppermint gum.
He offered me half. I shook my head, so
he stuffed the whole thing in his mouth. Then he turned those kind, piercing
eyes on me.
Growing warm under his gaze, I cleared
my throat. “I-I’m so sorry to wake you up,” I started. “I hoped you’d still be
awake. It’s just . . .”
James mindlessly ran his thumb in
circles over my knuckles. I lost my train of thought. Blinking, I took a deep
breath and plunged on. “My uncle . . . he wants me to stop spending time with
you. I mean, I can still help with Gram and everything, he just doesn’t want us
hanging out any other time.” I sucked in another unsteady breath. “But I—I
can’t let that happen, James. You’re my only friend.”
James was quiet for what seemed like
forever. I prayed he wouldn’t just shrug his broad shoulders and shuffle back
to bed.
To my relief, he reached up, rumpling
his chocolate curls with his free hand. “Did he give you a reason why?” he
asked, avoiding my eyes. I shook my head. “I think he’s afraid you’ll end up
hurting me—that you’ll break my heart. You know how protective he is.”
He was silent again, this time longer.
Stupid, Norah! Why had I come here?
Why did I think James would even care about this—that it would upset him at
all?
Finally, James let out his breath. And
the next moment, he was pressing the back of my hand to his lips.
I swallowed my shock. I’d never imagined
that his lips could be so warm and soft. The contact sent a shock straight to
my heart.
“What do you think?” James mumbled a
moment later, still contemplating my hand. “Do you think I could hurt you?”
I wanted to burst into tears all over
again. “I don’t think, James, I know. But it would be worth it.”
James chuckled this time, resting his
forehead against my temple. “Now that’s a compliment.”
I smiled. Having him so close—smelling
the fresh peppermint on his breath—was a fierce mixture of agony and ecstasy.
They were feelings I’d never imagined I could feel.
“I’d never hurt you, Nor,” James
whispered at last, and his breath tickled my neck. “Not really.”
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