Friday, October 25, 2013

New! The Ominous Tour - Order of the Seers by Cerece Murphy Dec 4-25

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Order of the Seers (Order of the Seers, #1)  The Red Order (Order of the Seers, #2)

What would you do if you held
infinite power
in the palm of your hand?

Order of the Seers begins with the journey of Liam and Lilith Knight, a brother and sister who are hunted by The Guild, a ruthless world organization that seeks to capture and exploit Lilith s unique ability as a Seer to envision the future. Soon after they are forced to leave their home, Lilith and Liam discover that she is not alone. Other Seers like Lilith are routinely kidnapped and enslaved by the Guild for the purpose of consolidating wealth and power around the world... see more on Goodreads

The Lost Seers embark upon a world-wide mission to save their kind from the tyranny of the Guild and unveil their greatest weapon -  Developed in secret, The Restoration Project has the potential to awaken the supernatural ability within every man, woman, and child on earth and bring down the very foundation of the Guild’s power and authority.

But the Guild has other plans. Driven by the necessity for control, Crane Le Dieu creates The Red Order... see more on Goodreads.





Excerpt:

Chapter 1: The Defeated 

The fact that Crane Le Dieu had barely escaped with his life less than ten hours ago did nothing
to humble his demeanor as he stormed out of the steel-glass elevator, as bold and arrogant as always.

“You!” he shouted, pointing his short index finger at the middle-aged Asian woman who sat at
the far end of a sea of cluttered work stations that made up the office level of the Guild’s lead Research
Facility in Geneva.

“Did you hear what happened? How could you let this happen?” Crane continued as he cut
across the open floor plan toward the target of his anger – the woman he was now leveling his deadly
gaze upon.

But Ming Jhu was all but oblivious to Crane’s approach as she took another long draw from her
cigarette and stared at the open email message on her laptop. As head of Research and Development
for the Guild, it was bad form for her to just be sitting there, so indifferent to her superior, as the other
scientists around her froze in terror at Crane’s presence. But she’d been like this for at least the last
hour. Even with the Guild’s lockdown protocol which had them sequestered in their offices at 11 o’clock
at night, Crane bursting into their facility yelling demands at her was nothing new. What felt refreshing
was that, for the first time, she didn’t give a damn.

Read Chapter 1-2 of The Red Order HERE.


My name is Cerece Rennie Murphy, but, among my 5 siblings, I am known and teased by my superhero name, Wonder Worry, (and yes, I am a little worried about your reaction to what I just said). While in my youth, I used my superpower to whip minor setbacks into epic tragedies in 60 seconds flat, I no longer have the time to hone the skills I once possessed, which were handed down to me VERY CAREFULLY by my mother and her mother before. 

Instead of spending my days imagining worst case scenarios, I am now on the front lines of true disaster prevention – treading the fine line between boo-boos and permanent brain damage, fighting crimes of curiosity, omission, absent-mindedness and sleep deprivation. I carry others down the winding, bumpy road of youth that starts out at the nexus of unique and brilliant but intersects with narcissistic serial killer at some distant point I hope fervently to avoid. As you might have guessed, I am a wife and mother of 2 small children. Luckily, my family lights up the sky so I never stumble too hard or lose my way.

I would lament the luxury of needless worry, but alas, I don’t have the energy. As I write this, I am losing a battle fought between my trusty sponge and a hardened glob of half-eaten cheese that traveled from the kitchen to the living room rug in the palm of a very small, but mischievous hand. Its stronghold on the fibers suggests occupancy of at least 2 days, but I’ll never know for sure. Rather than despair, I’ve chosen to retreat to my keyboard, noting that I have won the war - most of the rug is un-cheesed. 

Before I worried. Now, I write. 

I look forward to slowly, quietly, in my own shy way, becoming a part of this community. If you would like to get to know me and my work a bit better, you can visit me... 


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