Limbonian (Vessel of Lost Souls #2) by Mikki Noble --YA - Paranormal Romance - Urban Fantasy-- ***Excerpt -- Giveaway***
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Limbonian (Vessel of Lost Souls #2)
by Mikki Noble
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Release Date: September 15th 2019
I am not completely useless.
Although, I feel like it lately. I lose more and more control over my emotions every day and I don't know why. Is it because my best friend was murdered just steps away from me, or because my father has been taken? Maybe it's because I had magic for about five minutes and lost it.
Everyone has a plan to follow. Me? Try to get my powers back or sit around waiting with my tail between my legs—and that's just not going to happen. If getting my magic back is going to help my friends, then that's what I have to do.
How do I fend off an anger that is so compelling and powerful it makes me forget just who the heck I am before I chase off everyone I love? How can I save two people I am destined not to?
(Vessel of Lost Souls #1)
Did someone say resurrection?
Oh yes, it was the annoying voice in my head. We'll trade, he said. I bring him back and he'll help me figure out how I was stabbed and almost died. But I've only got a week or he will be lost forever, and then I'll never find the truth.
The part he failed to mention was that someone doesn't want him to come back at all, and they'll stop at nothing to see me fail. Freaking fantastic.
How do I fight an unknown enemy, bring a boy back to life, and pretend to be normal? I mean, I can't save anyone if I'm locked up for the rest of my life.
Piggybacker is the first in Mikki Noble’s spell-binding Vessel of Lost Souls trilogy, and promises a thrilling adventure with powerful enemies, broken relationships, captivating magic, and two souls both caught up in a plot beyond any they could ever imagine.
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Guest Post by Mikki Noble
Her Characters Favorite Songs
Mikki: Okay, Piggybacker cast, please tell us your favorite song and why.
Marley: My favorite’s a tie between Stronger by Britney Spears and Fighter by Christina Aguilera because they remind me of my inner strength.
Gavin: Immortals by Fall Out Boy. I’m not sure why.
Marley: Um, because it’s the theme song to his favorite movie.
Gavin: I don’t know what’s she’s talking about.
Marley: Are you sure, Gavin? It’s not from a certain kid’s movie you…
Gavin: Okay, it’s from my favorite kid’s movie. I admit it.
Marley: You’re so cute.
Gavin: *eye roll*
Kimmy: I used to love Stitches but now my favorite is Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes because it reminds me of my own Shawn.
Shawn: *kisses her hand.*
Circe: I don’t have a favorite, though I favor a band called OneRepublic. The singer’s voice makes me happy.
Marley: You listen to music? I didn’t know that.
Circe: Oh, sweet girl. There’s not much to do on the island when I’m alone.
Crystal: My favorite song is Chicago by Benny Goodman. I’ve always enjoyed a good jazz record.
Taylor: Jazz is cool. I don’t have a favorite song. I love anything by my girl, Beyoncé. That counts, right?
Marley: Why not? Beyoncé rules!
Taylor: Yeah, she does.
Shawn: Maroon 5’s Moves Like Jagger is my favorite. It just makes you want to dance.
Kimmy: *snorts* Tell them the truth, Shawn.
Shawn: *whispers* I don’t want to Kimmy.
Shawn: Fine. My real favorite song is Phil Collins’ True Colors.
Noah: I don’t know it. What’s wrong with it?
Kimmy: Nothing. He’s just a man and doesn’t like to have feelings.
Shawn: I have feelings for you and I’ll tell everyone.
Kimmy: *blushes and kisses his cheek.*
Mikki: Sammy? What’s your favorite?
Sammy: Insensitive by Jann Arden. She’s Canadian.
Gavin: He only listens to Canadian music. Isn’t that cute?
Sammy: Hey, I’m not cute. *pouts and scooches closer to his Mom.*
Melissa: It’s okay, buddy. Um, my favorite is Express Yourself. Madonna.
Len: Mine is Keep Talking. Pink Floyd
Mikki: Any special reason?
Len: Not really.
Derek: My favorite’s Ooo Baby Baby by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles. My grandfather got me into the classics.
Noah: Is it my turn?
Mikki: Yes. What’s your favorite, Noah?
Noah: My favorite’s The Death of Romance by Zeromancer. It’s the last thing my dad ever bought me. I don’t think he knew who they were, or he never would have bought it. *laughs*
Uncle Sam: I’m a country guy. I guess my favorite song is by Rascal Flatts. It’s called Bless the Broken Road. It’s a sweet song.
Genie: See that, Marley? You get your soft nature from your family. *smirks wickedly* My favorite song is California Gurls by Katy Perry because I’m a California Girl. I was, before we moved to this small crap town.
Derek: Be nice.
Gavin: We’ll all pitch in and send you back there if you like.
Mikki: On that note, it’s time to say goodnight, everyone. Thanks for joining the cast of Piggybacker.
EXCERPT“You aren’t concentrating, Marley,” Gavin accuses me in his overtly annoyed tone, looking down at me after he’d knocked me to the ground. My thoughts had strayed. Again. When I look up into his big brown eyes, I want to forget everything. All my troubles and worries and the fact that two people I loved are gone. And I have to fight the fact that there is a very real possibility that one or both of them are never coming back.
“I am concentrating. It’s just that my powers are gone.” Gavin helps me up. “And I heard this voice.”
Oops. Those words just slipped out and based on the look Gavin’s giving me, it’s too late to take them back.
“What kind of voice?” he questions, eyebrow lifted.
“I wasn’t going to say anything. It’s no big deal.”
“It might be. What kind of voice? Where? When?”
So, I explain all that I know.
“So, you heard a voice inside your head and you’re just telling me now. And this voice wants you to get control over your powers? Well, maybe we shouldn’t be trying to get your powers back. It could be one of Crystal’s Limbonians.”
“I don’t think so. If it were, he’d have probably spoken to me before now. And besides, I’m more worried about who I can save. It can’t be Kimmy. Only Noah can do that.”
“It sounds like a trick to me. Who else could it be?” he questions, shoving his hands into his pockets.
I brush a hand through my hair and look down at my shoes. “I have no idea. No clue. He just disappeared, and I didn’t get to ask questions.” I look back up at him.
“Are you all right? Should I be worried?” He asks that question like he’s not already up to his eyeballs in concern.
“I don’t think so.”
“Promise to tell me if it happens again?”
“Of course. But right now, we should be out there looking for Noah. He’s only got three days left.” I decide I’m not trying to change the subject but that was a good way to change it. “He just shows up at my house, claiming to be Kimmy’s soul mate and then disappears off the face of the Earth. And my father is God knows where. Crystal is doing God knows what to him. I don’t even know if I can save him. So, tell me, how am I supposed to concentrate on anything else? And with this voice, everything is falling apart, Gavin.”
My tone sounds angry and annoyed, thankfully covering my shame. Shame I hadn’t told Gavin about the voice right away. Shame I hadn’t been able to save Kimmy, and shame I hadn’t been able to get my dad out from underneath that woman’s clutches.
I let everyone down, especially Kimmy. She should never have been at that stupid school in the first place. I never should have accepted her help and put her in danger in the process.
There was more I could have done, should have done. I know it.
“This is not your fault, love. None of it,” Gavin tells me. I nod, knowing full well that if he wanted to, he could hear my thoughts and would know exactly how I’m feeling. “I know it’s a terrible situation,” he continues, “but we’ll win in the end. If anyone understands how you feel, it’s me. Trust me, love. But if you want to go and find Noah, let’s go and do that.”
I sigh and kick the nearest rock at my feet. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. Again. What’s that now? A hundred times in the past few days?”
“107 but who’s counting?”
I chuckle. “Let’s take a break and then we’ll go and find Noah.”
“You know, love, if you want to help anyone, we need to get your powers under control.”
“Really?” I ask, raising an eyebrow up.
He looks as confused as I am. “What?”
“I just thought I’d have to fight you about my powers. You seemed worried about their origin.”
Gavin smirks. “Not this time, love.”
“Oh, okay. Good, because the pressure does not help.”
“All right, all right.” He puts his hands up in defense.
We go inside since my mom is still at work for a few more hours. I need to be able to practice my magic and I am forbidden to practice in the house, per my mother’s request. Something might break, of course. Or worse, Sammy might see something. It was dangerous practicing outside—someone might see—so Gavin and I started using the park behind my house where a wide gulf of trees opens out into a children’s park. No one comes back here, so it works nicely.
My mother was surprisingly stronger after we lost my dad the second time—the first she took it a little harder. I expected her to completely shut down when he’d been kidnapped, but she didn’t. Every day she gets out of bed and goes about her routine as if nothing happened. She doesn’t mention anything about my father or Gavin’s ‘trip’—as she calls it when someone brings up his death-slash-resurrection in front of her. And when we try to talk to her about it, she nods and says, “uh-uh,” before finding some reason to excuse herself from the room. I suppose it hurts too much to think that she’s lost my father, not only once, but twice.
After she was kidnapped by Crystal and saw magic right before her eyes, I expected my mom to be better about it. But I have the feeling she hates the fact that I had magic, maybe that magic even existed in the first place. Who knew?
Gavin opens the back gate and slowly follows me into the house. “Marley, are you all right?”
I smile back at him. “It’s tough, but there’s still time to fix this.”
He nods. “Yes,” he says, lifting his arm into the air. My mother’s vase floats off the shelf.
“Gavin,” I warn.
“Just try to put it back on the shelf.”
Gavin smirks, “Come on, love.”
“If my mother catches me using magic in the house, she’ll tear my head off.”
“If it comes to getting Len back or losing a vase, I’m sure your mother won’t complain. I won’t let you break anything.”
“Fine.” I wave my hand toward the crystal vase, concentrating on the task and what I want to accomplish—as Gavin taught me. I dig down deep, attempting to counter Gavin’s magic. I seek out the light feeling I enjoy so much, as if I am in a rocket and heading to the moon. I’d always enjoyed the weightless sensation, even though Gavin’s jokes and says it’s because of how small I am.
But the magic weightless feeling never happens.
I growl and swear. “I can’t. Just when I was getting used to having powers they go away.”
Gavin places the vase back onto the counter, making it look easy.
“Me? I wouldn’t dare.” His brown eyes are wide with fake shock at the insinuation, though there is a wicked curve to his mouth.
“You would. And you did,” I tell him, smirking right back, teasing.
“Doesn’t sound like me.”
“Oh, I’ll tell you what sounds like you.” Slinking up close to him, I wrap my arms around his neck and link my hands into his hair. One of my new favorite places to be.
“Tell me,” he whispers, bending his head slightly. His lids droop to halfway, as if he’s expecting me to kiss him. Just when he’s about to touch his lips to mine, I snatch a muffin off the counter and shove it into his mouth. Then I run away, giggling.
I make it to the front door and burst outside, knowing that Gavin will chase me. He might have magic, but I am the faster runner. He laughs, following closely behind.
As a car door slams and another one clicks, I halt, glued to the spot on the lawn where I’d stopped, my stomach starts churning nerves and twisting them up. Gavin nearly runs into me. He wraps his arm around my waist before he realizes what’s going on. “Marley? What’s wrong?” he asks, when I still stand there frozen and in awe. He looks up then sighs. “Oh. Awk-ward.”