By Hannah L. Clark
Norah's world has just come undone yet again. With the murder of her Uncle Jack, 17 year old Norah is now a target. But what did Uncle Jack know that endangered not only his life but the lives of his friends and Norah?
This is a mystery that Norah needs to figure out...
The one person Norah thought she could count on - James Riley - is keeping secrets and Norah is convinced he knows something about her uncle's death. How could her one friend do this to her?
When the myths and legends that filled her uncle's lifework suddenly take on a new reality when Norah comes face to face with beings of this long forgotten ancient race. And Norah is the key to whom will triumph in an ancient struggle - a struggle that has nearly destroyed Cobbogoth. But before she can do that she must discover what secret James is keeping.
Uncovering Cobbogoth is an exciting story in which both danger and romance take a starring role. This book will appeal to those with a fondness for mythology. Hannah Clark has created a world that captures the imagination and believe me you'll want to visit it again. This is one literary trip that I was sorry to have end and I hope to have future trips into this world again with sequels.
I've always had a fondness for the Norse and Celtic myths and the works of Tolkien and Cobbogoth has just moved up to join the ranks. I have a new book that I need to purchase and add to my over-flowing bookcases! Thanks for grabbing and holding my attention Hannah!
I was provided a digital copy of this book by the publisher in exchange for my review and participation in this blog tour.
Author Bio
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.
Connect with Hannah online
Website: www.hannahlclark.com
Book 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.”
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?
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