Tuesday, December 09, 2014

The Girl + The Boy by Madhuri Blaylock Mini Tour

The Girl (The Sanctum Trilogy #1) 
ISBN: 9780991203406
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services
Pages: 408
Format: eBook (also available in paperback)
Genre: Paranormal
Release Date: November 2013


The Sanctum, an all-powerful governing body founded by ten families, entrusted to maintain the peace amongst Magicals and ensure the ignorance of humans, has been corrupted by greed and savagery for generations, but is all Wyatt Clayworth has ever known.

A descendant of one of the Founding Families and Class A Warrior, Wyatt has always believed in the ways of The Sanctum, having grown up in the system and thrived under their leadership. A golden boy, renowned for his prowess and skill in battle, Wyatt has never questioned a mission or kill order until the night he crosses paths with a brutally injured and mysterious girl.

Scouring Central Park with his best friend and fellow Class A Warrior, Ryker Morrison, for the hybrid demon prophesied to bring an end to The Sanctum and destroy the world for Magicals and humans alike, Wyatt instead finds Dev and his whole life turns upside down. Told he was hunting a killing machine, hellbent on wreaking havoc and destruction upon all it encounters, Wyatt instead sees nothing more than a broken girl with haunted eyes and a bit of a death wish.

All Dev wants is for Wyatt to either kill her or leave her alone. When he refuses to do either, she finds herself being pulled into his life while being hunted by warriors everywhere she turns. Drawn to one another for reasons they cannot begin to explain to themselves, much less anyone else, Wyatt is determined to protect Dev and help her realize her mission to avenge the deaths of her family at the hands of The Sanctum. His abdication of his duties and his outright rejection of his responsibilities to The Sanctum create a maelstrom of events beyond anyone’s imagination.

Summer finally arrived with all her fanfare and gusto, from people
sunbathing on rooftops to the smell of barbecue wafting from those homes lucky
enough to own a small patch of urban greenery. The city was alive; winter’s hibernation
was quickly forgotten and everyone wanted to be outdoors. Thrown into the mix of
throbbing humanity were, for all practical purposes, two boys, scouring Central Park, not
for lost treasure or a missing pet as most would expect, but a demon.
A particularly deadly demon to be precise.
“I think you’re jealous of how I handled those girls last night,” Ryker’s
laugh rang through the woods, “you probably keep asking yourself, how the hell does he
do that?”
Wyatt grinned as he searched the perimeter of the ninth quadrant of the
“Your ability to read me like a book is uncanny.”
He retraced his steps to where he parted ways with Ryker and waited,
watching his friend run through his inspection with a complete lack of care or concern.
Ryker turned and smirked.
“Stop watching me like that, man. You see me every day. You should be
used to all of this by now,” he laughed.
Ryker Morrison was blindingly perfect, all six foot five inches of him. The
saying “tall, dark and handsome” was probably coined with Ryker in mind. His coppery
skin appeared perpetually sun-kissed, his hair was always perfectly cropped and lined
up, despite Wyatt having never seen him enter a barber shop and Ryker’s body was a
work of wonder, something akin to Michelangelo’s David. Which was such a cliché when
describing the perfect male specimen, but in Ryker’s case it was fitting. It could be quite
jarring standing next to the guy, and a lesser man would probably cringe at the task, but
Wyatt wasn’t daunted.
“Shut up and let’s at least pretend to care about this inspection.” Wyatt
moved onto the next quadrant and continued his work.
“You know why I don’t care.”
“Don’t start, Ryker,” Wyatt cut him off before Ryker could get going, “I’ve
heard it a million times, and it makes no difference. We have to do this. At least until
they catch this hybrid.”
“Newsflash Clayworth: there are no deadly, hybrid demons relaxing in the
park in the middle of the day,” Ryker growled to himself, knowing full well Wyatt would
ignore him and continue his sweep of the quadrant.
That was Wyatt Clayworth though, always doing what was expected of
him, following the rules set forth by The Sanctum to a tee. If they said jump, Wyatt
would jump. And then he would roll over just for good measure.
“Stop staring at my ass, Ryker, and finish the sweep,” Wyatt commanded
with a laugh.
Wyatt knew Ryker was studying him right now. Despite being the closest
of friends, practically brothers, the boys could not be more different when it came to
handling authority, especially that of The Sanctum. For every rule and order Wyatt
obeyed, Ryker either worked around it or just flat out broke it. Ryker could not accept
that The Sanctum ruled their lives. Wyatt only knew The Sanctum.
“You are aware that you’re a Clayworth, right? A member of one of the
founding families of The Sanctum, the bloodline that has consistently produced the most
fearsome Class A Sanctum warriors and ablest leaders,” Ryker imitated the voice of the
most powerful member of The Sanctum, Carter Breslin. “Did you forget your parents run
our Academy? Which means we really don’t have to do this. Everyone knows this is a
garbage assignment.”
Ryker finished walking the perimeter of his last quadrant, not paying
attention to a thing, just walking it to appease Wyatt.
“Despite what you think, not every Sanctum decision revolves around
driving Ryker Morrison to the brink of madness,” Wyatt finished his sweep and started
throwing his equipment into his backpack, “and for the record, it wouldn’t make a
difference who runs the Academy, I would still handle my assignments with the level of
seriousness they deserve.”
Ryker rolled his eyes as he strapped his long-blades to his back then
cleaned his knives on the leg of his jeans. “I know, man. Trust me, I know.”
Ryker and Wyatt had known each other since they were ten years old. It
was around that time The Sanctum passed a new edict requiring every boy and girl of at
least ten years of age to begin their training within the confines of their local Academy.
That meant Ryker began training in the New York Academy, run by the Clayworth family
since the creation of The Sanctum, currently led by Wyatt’s parents, Sam and Josiah
Clayworth. Ryker’s parents pulled him out of his Brooklyn public school and shipped him
off to Manhattan to fulfill his duty. He came from a long line of Sanctum warriors, the
best in fact, Class A, and his parents were going to make sure Ryker continued the
tradition, no matter how much he rebelled against it.
The boys were paired together from day one at The Academy and
immediately fell into step with one another. Ryker was all bluster and brag while Wyatt
quietly listened and observed. Both boys impressed their teachers and quickly rose
through the ranks of the training Academy, becoming so close they could finish one
another’s thoughts and more importantly, have each other’s backs in the thick of battle.
When they fought, it was a thing of beauty. One boy could sense the other’s movements
and counterattack without even a look, making it nearly impossible to defend their
Their value to The Sanctum as warriors, coupled with their impeccable
lineage, allowed many to overlook some of the duo’s less-appealing attributes: the girls,
the fights, the drinking, the disobedience, the inability to stay away from the random,
gorgeous Magical. All Ryker’s vices but Wyatt would never let him take the blame alone,
he would never let Sanctum authority punish his friend. Wyatt always made certain the
boys fulfilled their duties with a capability and professionalism any fellow warrior would
kill to claim, everything else was just white noise.
That said, even great warriors must answer to their leaders. And right now
those leaders felt the boys needed to be reined in and made to understand that for all their prowess and killer instinct, they still served at the pleasure of The Sanctum. They
fought for The Sanctum. Their mission was that of The Sanctum’s. And right now, The
Sanctum wanted them sweeping Central Park for a hybrid demon.

The Boy (The Sanctum Trilogy #2)
by Madhuri Blaylock
ISBN: 9780991203413
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services
Pages: 432
Format: eBook (also available in paperback)
Genre: Paranormal
Release Date: May 2014


In THE GIRL, Madhuri Blaylock introduced readers to the world of The Sanctum, one corrupted by greed and savagery and hellbent on achieving a single goal: destroying the prophesied hybrid. When one of its most celebrated warriors questioned his allegiances, age-old secrets were unveiled and violence erupted. The journey becomes more perilous and intense as the trilogy surges forward with THE BOY.

Can you cross the plains of death, collect every piece of your soul and make it back to the land of the living?

And if you complete the journey, will your loved ones welcome your return?

The Ramyan have been answering such questions since the creation of The Sanctum. A mysterious sect of Magicals, haunting the blank spaces of time and memory, they serve no one but themselves and their higher purpose. They exist on a plane removed from earthly matters, shifting easily between the living and the dead, moving in time to the beat of their own drummer.

At least they did.

Dev and Wyatt change all of that when the prophesied hybrid lands on the steps of Rinshun Palace, seeking help for the wounded Class A Warrior. That decision alters lives and sets old agendas back on course. But at what cost to Dev and Wyatt? And does that really even matter?

The first sense awakened was smell; the first familiar scent was jasmine. It was not overpowering, as it tended to be at times, but rather just a hint in the air, enough to arouse a memory.
Shopping in the market and the vendor giving her a string of flowers for her hair. She wanted to weave them into her braid but there was no time. They were simply wrapped around her neck, a sweet-smelling chain, but not half as pretty as they would have looked in her hair.
The green grass.
Her sight returned next and she thrilled at the vision before her, the tall grass of her home, so lush and brilliant. So soft to her
which followed and soon she could feel her body returning to itself, feel the ground below her and hear the life around her.
The water of the channels, lazily rolling along, the birds calling to one another in an endless conversation of nonsense and the branches of trees, swaying in the wind, scratching against each other.
And finally taste.
She wiped her mouth and the back of her hand came away red.
She sat up and spit. Bright red against the brown of the dirt. She didn’t care. The blood was insignificant; the boy was of much more importance.
The fact that Dev could sit up at all was amazing, a testament to her minute learning curve. Only her second time toying with portal travel and she had no broken bones, not even a scratch she realized as she studied her arms and legs. She stood up slowly, her legs feeling a bit shaky, and wobbled around like a newly-birthed colt. She stretched her arms above her head and shook them out, needing to get the blood flowing through her limbs properly. All the while, she scanned the area for his dark hair, his fair skin.
He suffered a mortal wound at the hands of Max Breslin during their battle in the park but with the help of that bizarre vampire, Darvin, she had been able to temporarily close his chest and make it to the portal. Dev walked back through her steps, certain she had strapped Wyatt tightly to her before allowing the portal to suck them into the ether. She was positive he was somewhere close by, she just needed to calm herself before setting out in search of him.
Breathing deeply, Dev slowed her pulse and began methodically taking in her surroundings, from the blades of grass to the animal life. She stretched out her mind and became one with her environment, feeling every living organism in her vicinity, searching for a blank.
Wyatt was the blank. She had never been able to read him, so knew any black space would be him.
Unless he died. Then he would be missing altogether.
Dev shook her head as if to rid herself of the negative thought.
He was here. Somewhere. She knew it.
He had to be.
He promised.
He swore.
Walking the field in wide circles, an aspect of Dev’s psyche noted the fact that her family home, which once stood on the very spot where she exited the portal, was completely destroyed, obliterated, nothing left behind but ash. Max Breslin had evidently taken fireflame to the entire compound and the bodies of his victims, her mother, father, and brother, prior to his departure, ensuring should she come back to the location, Dev would find only wide, open space.
But that was a concern from a different lifetime, for a different girl; Dev really just wanted to find Wyatt.
As she walked, the panic started to rise again in her chest, threatening to overtake her senses and render her useless. Dev stopped where she was, stood stock still and inhaled deeply, calming herself.
She closed her eyes and waited.
Several minutes later she could be seen slowly walking southeast of where she exited the portal, near the water’s edge, bent low and then altogether disappearing. Seconds later the still of the afternoon was pierced by her animal-like howl and her soul-crushing cries for help..

About Madhuri Blaylock:

Madhuri is a Jersey City Heights girl via Snellville, Georgia, who writes paranormal fiction and is slightly infatuated with tattoos, four-inch heels, ice cream, Matt Damon, scotch, Doc Martens, Laini Taylor, photo booths and dancing like a fool.
 She's currently working on The Sanctum trilogy and hopes one day soon, everyone is walking around with a copy of The Girl in their pocket or on their Kindle.
She wants to get a goat and a burro, but since she lives in the city, will settle for some chickens.


Big thanks to Diverse Book Tours for making the blog tour possible.

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