Blog Tour & GIVEAWAY — Darkness of Light by Stacey Marie Brown


Today we are excited to be the tour stop for Stacey Marie Brown’s Darkness of Light.  Darkness of Light is a new adult paranormal romance that was released February 13, 2013 by Twisted Fairy Publishing.

About the Book




Darkness of Light
By Stacey Marie Brown


Freak. Witch. Crazy. Schizo.

Ember Brycin has been called them all. She’s always known she’s different. No one has ever called her normal, even under the best circumstances. Bizarre and inexplicable things continually happen to her, and having two different colored eyes, strange hair, and an unusual tattoo only contributes to the gossip about her.

When the latest school explosion lands her in a facility for trouble teens, she meets Eli Dragen, who’s hot as hell and darkly mysterious. Their connection is full of passion, danger, and secrets. Secrets that will not only change her life, but what and who she is—leading her down a path she never imagined possible.

Between Light and Dark, Ember finds a world where truth and knowledge are power and no one can be trusted. But her survival depends on finding out the truth about herself. In her pursuit, she is forced between love and destiny and good and evil, even when the differences between them aren’t always clear. At worst, she will incite a war that could destroy both worlds. At best, she will not only lose her heart but her life and everyone she loves. Once the truth is out, however, there will be no going back. And she’ll definitely wish she could.

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A low, deep, menacing growl from the darkness locked my muscles in place. I wanted my brain to match the sound to an animal. A wolf, or possibly a bear, but I knew it was neither.

Another beast-like growl echoed through the woods, closer. My skin prickled as I felt its eyes studying me. I could hear the animal move through the dense brush, inching itself to me. Prowling. Stalking. I shoved myself off the tree, and crept towards the direction of the party. I was too far away from my friends; even if I screamed, no one would hear.

A growl sounded from the direction I was headed. I froze. How did it move there so quickly? This thing was unnaturally fast, silent, and smart. It understood what I was doing and was blocking my escape route. It rumbled again, stirring the underbrush. It was still too well hidden in the darkness to see clearly. I could just make out an outline and its eyes. That was enough.

This can’t be happening!

A cold sweat broke over me. A twig snapped. There was a moment of uncertainty. Neither of us moved. Air capsulated inside my lungs—the quiet before the storm. Then it lunged, crashing through branches, heading right for me.

I spun around and started running, darting in and around trees and through bushes. Loud cracks of breaking wood and foliage echoed behind me, like a bulldozer plowing through the forest, close on my heels. My nightmares had become a reality, blending into this one true horror.


I stood in a shadowy forest of oak and ash. Wind ruffled through the dense trees, making them creak and moan. A gust of wind rippled over my skin, and I drew up my hood and pulled my dark cloak closer to my body. Flames danced rhythmically in front of me. I huddled closer to the fire, feeling its warmth and strength as it rose higher. The sun met the horizon and darkness was slithering in around me.

Anxiety tapped nervously on my neck. Something out there was coming for me, and it was getting closer.

A warning crept into my body, and I felt eyes on me from all around, as if the trees themselves were staring at me. The branches swayed, creating bended, gnarled skeleton shadows. An unnerving guttural growl echoed over the wind. Anxiety crept down my spine. I spun around, searching frantically for the threat.

They were coming for me. I had to run.

A deep, menacing laugh ricocheted off the rock walls beyond the trees. I whipped around again, a scream catching in my throat. Electric green eyes were only inches from my face, looking directly into mine, dancing with menacing glee.

“Time to join your mother.”


I started to jog, my backpack banging rhythmically against my back. I sailed through the forest, weaving around trees and bushes with ease. Dampness clung to my face and hair as the mist thickened under the cover of trees. All the things that had been happening to me were begging to be released. I pumped my legs faster. The pulse of the forest pounded simultaneously with my heartbeat.

Then I felt something change. It felt like a warning was being shouted at me through the drumming beat of the forest. Something was off. Wrong. Alarm nipped at my insides.

I slowed down and came to a stop. A stronger feeling of dread gripped me. I was being watched. Spinning around in a circle, I eyed the forest that surrounded me. Nervously, I swallowed, searching for the forest’s once-vibrant sounds of life. Total silence enveloped me and was only broken up by the thumping of my heart. The silence was what really unnerved me. Not a single bird chirped and not any of the other natural sounds of a forest whistled through the air. You never realize how comforting those sounds are until they’re gone. All the time I spent in the woods, I never felt uncomfortable. But now I did.

A trickle of sweat ran down my face. I didn’t know what to do. There was no obvious threat, but my gut told me something was different. This was something I had gotten from my mom. Our gut feelings were eerily right on, like a truth detector or a warning system.

I was fairly certain there were no bears or other aggressive wildlife around this area, but the sensation of being hunted rang like a bell inside my head. Panic rose up into my throat like bile, and I stumbled backwards until I pressed up against a massive boulder.

My skin tingled and blood pounded in my ears. Whatever it was, it was getting closer, edging slowly towards me. This was it. I hoped it would be an animal that attacked me. Yes, I’d rather die as a bear’s Happy Meal, than as some girl murdered by a deranged serial killer.

A branch snapped, breaking the silence. The sound came from the opposite direction where I had felt the threat. My attention flew towards the sound, searching the perimeter in front of me. Out of nowhere, a massive figure appeared at the break of the clearing.


A loud snap and the rustling of leaves made me jump. I spun around, feeling a pair of ice-cold eyes on me, but not knowing where they were located. I paused one more second, sucking in a deep breath before breaking into a run, fleeing as fast as I could. The ground crunched underfoot as I scrambled through the forest. Branches whipped across my face, slicing at my skin.

My heart battered ruthlessly against my ribs, almost drowning out the sound of something smashing through the brush behind me. Almost. Whatever was out there, it was moving in closer, ready to jump out at me. I cringed in anticipation, preparing for the pain of the attack.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins, making my legs and lungs pump harder. Up ahead I could see the parking lot through a break in the trees. Almost there.

A low snarl erupted behind me.

I wanted to laugh at the idiocy. It was so my luck to be this close to safety and not make it. I waited to feel hands or claws tearing at my body.

About the Author

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Stacey Marie Brown by day is an Interior/Set Designer, by night a writer of Paranormal Fantasy, Adventure, and Literary Fiction. She grew up in Northern California, where she ran around on her family’s farm, raising animals, riding horses, playing flashlight tag, and turning hay bales into cool forts.

Even before she could write, she was creating stories and making up intricate fantasies. Writing came as easy as breathing. She later turned that passion into acting, living and traveling abroad, and designing. Though she had never stopped writing, moving back to San Francisco seemed to have brought it back to the forefront and this time it would not be ignored.

When she’s not writing she’s out hiking, spending time with friends, traveling, listening to music, or designing.

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