Allusive Aftershock by Susan Griscom Blog Tour

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Allusive Aftershock by Susan Griscom was an awesome book.  I am so happy that I had the chance to read it!  I have read many armageddon like books recently, but this one was a breath of fresh air!  While others are far fetched, this one was easy to relate to because it could actually happen!

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In the book, we meet seventeen year-old Adela Castielle.  She has a pretty awesome life.  Her parents are amazing and she loves her younger twin brother and sister Ambrosia and Aaron.  She has her best friend Max Wendell who lives nearby, and little does he know he will be her husband someday.  She also has a gorgeous horse named Big Blue and he is her whole world.

One morning, Adela’s perfect life begins to come crashing down as an earthquake strikes her home.  There is a lot of damage, but atleast it is repairable.  Adela’s father calls in Courtland Reese, the local “animal whisperer” or freak as everyone at school describes him, to check out the horses.  While Adela is not too keene on the idea of him coming to calm her horse, it is a very good thing he was there that day.

As the aftershocks continue to rip Adela’s life apart, how will she handle it?  Who will be there to help her through it?  Are the aftershocks ever going to stop?  And just what is a “megathrust” earthquake?  Well ladies and gents, you will just have to read this awesomesauce book to find out!

Again, let me just reitterate that I loved this book.  The characters were easy to fall in love with.  And some of them were very easy to dislike.  Griscom has done a wonderful job of capturing how a natural disaster could affect a small town.  We have all wondered what we would do in that case, and now you can live it through Adela’s eyes.  This book had everything, suspense, drama, heartbreak and love.  I will definitely be reading more of Susan Griscom’s work as soon as I can!

“I’m so sorry, Adela. I’m so sorry.” His soft voice barely registered in my ear while he stroked his hand over my head, trying to comfort me. I didn’t want comfort. I wanted to find my mom. I wanted her arms around me, rocking me the way she did whenever I became upset or sick. My legs buckled under me, and I collapsed to the ground. Max held on and sank down with me. We sat on the pile of my broken home. “I’m pretty sure she’s not here.” He continued, “I think she went to Sacramento with your dad.”
I sniffled, hoping Max was right. I knew we couldn’t search through this on our own. I just wanted to try.
I don’t know how long we sat there while I leaned against Max’s chest—could have been a few seconds, could have been a few minutes. It felt like hours. I dried my cheeks with the sleeve of my sweater but couldn’t lift my head from the comfort of Max’s embrace.
I thought about how I’d just used my sweater to wipe my tears and nose and sighed as I sniffled.
Speaking softly into Max’s shirt, I said, “My mom would cringe if she saw me do that. She’d say, ‘Adela, stop, get a tissue. You’re going to ruin your sweater.’”
“Ah, you’re right, she would. Are you going to be okay?”
“No, but what choice do I have? I can only pray she’s with my dad and they’re okay—and hope Ambrosia and Aaron survived. We need to find them.”
“Right. First let’s find something for your hand.”
“My hand?”
“Yeah, look.” He placed his fingers around my wrist, turning my hand over; blood covered my entire palm. I stared at my blood-soaked hand as if it belonged to someone else. “When did I do this?”
“You fell when you were running toward the sweater.”
“Oh yeah, right, I fell.” I shrugged. “There’s a lot of blood, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“It will once the shock wears off.” He found a small dishtowel under the ramshackle pile of debris in the kitchen area and wrapped the soft cloth around my hand, tying a knot at the backside. “That should be tight enough to stop the bleeding. Let’s go to my house. My folks can help us.”


A note from Susan:

I daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So I write to remember them. If I didn’t write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play—a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course, I must blame it on the acting.

I love writing about characters living in small quaint towns and tend to lean toward the unusual and spooky.

My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot.

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