Wednesday, January 11, 2017

•٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠• Review & Book Tour For The Dragon in the Garden By Erika Gardner •٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠•

The Dragon in the Garden

 (The Watcher Rising Series, #1)

By Erika Gardner 
Contemporary Fantasy
Date Published:  Eformats- 2/19/16, Print 10/21/16
Publisher: Tirgearr Publishing

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There is magic beneath the mundane and in The Dragon 
in the Garden, Siobhan Orsini witnesses it all. No lie can 
fool her, no glamour or illusion can cloud her Sight. She 
sees through them all and wishes she could close her 
eyes. Returning to face her past, Siobhan inherits her 
grandparents’ house in California’s wine country. She 
encounters a talking dragon, a hot fallen angel, a demon 
lord, a Valkyrie, and, oh yes, her ex-boyfriend. And that is 
just in the first twenty-four hours. 

It’s time to find out why she has this power. 

Siobhan seeks out the Oracle and learns that only her
 Sight can help mankind navigate the travails of an 
ancient war. Our world is the prize in a battle between 
the dragons, who would defend us, and Lucifer’s fallen 
angels, who seek to take the Earth for themselves. 
Using her gift, she will have to make a choice that will 
decide humanity’s future.

What is very interesting book this was. I really enjoyed 
reading this one. It's extremely well-written. It is quite a bit 
different from most of the books written involving Angels and 
books that include the Fallen Angels. The concept is quite 
unique and such fun to read.

This book is about Siobhan her brother Alex, her 
ex-boyfriend Tim, an Angel named Turel, a Valkyrie named 
Nefta, and one fire breathing dragon who Siobhan named 
Daisy when she was a little girl. The dragon liked the name
 so much she kept it all these years later. Together they set 
off on a journey to save mankind from an evil entity. Siobhan 
has been given a gift or a curse as she sees it sometimes. 
She knows when someone is lying to her. And when she was
 small saw a dragon in her grandparents’ garden. You can 
only imagine how well that went over with the adults in her
 life.  But when things happen now that she is all grown up, 
you can imagine what will happen if she goes to authorities 
with what is happening. And now it is time for the prophecy 
to take place. As she learns to use her gift and what she 
needs to do to save us all. Things get really hard for her. 
I will warn you the ending is both good and sad, as one of our
 lovable characters will be dealt a heavy blow. Let's just hope
 Siobhan can make the right choice in time and save mankind.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
 enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this book, 
please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like it 
when you do; they value your opinions too.

The memory has haunted me for years.

In the middle of a bright California summer, dark days came. My mother and grandparents spoke in hushed, serious voice, arguing about my absent father. Was it my fault he left? A soft whimper escaped my throat and my eyes burned. I needed a hug, but no one paid any attention to me that day.  So I ran away to the refuge of my grandparents’ garden where I could hide among its statues and flowers.

My eyes lingered over the familiar garden ornaments. I passed the old birdbath, the statues of gnomes, and a cheerful squirrel. I ran one hand over the stone deer. Its brown paint had faded from years under the sun. Walking with quick steps down the gravel path, I made my way to the center of the garden, my special spot where my favorite statue waited.

       A gnarled apricot tree grew there.  Right now it was covered with tiny green apricots. Later in the summer the sweet fruit I loved would ripen. I would get to pick them with my parents, no, just with my mother. My lip trembled. My father wouldn’t be here.

The bright-green dragon lay curled at the foot of the apricot tree, partially covered by vines. My mother called the color jade green—the same shade as my eyes. As a child she talked to all the statues, but I only spoke to the dragon. I named her Daisy. Sitting down next to her now, the tears welled up at last, spilling over my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around my legs, making myself into a little ball of five year old misery.

“Child, why are you sad?” said a woman’s voice.

“Who said that?” I asked, wiping my cheek.

 “I did.”

“Where are you?” I stood and peered at the plants and statues around me.

“Right here.”

“Are not,” I retorted.

A soft laugh filled the air and the woman spoke again. “Perhaps you are right. Easy enough to fix, I suppose.”

The breeze picked up. The space beneath the apricot tree shimmered. Ripples warped the air like the heat over the barbecue when my father cooked. The sweet notes of wind chimes filled the yard. Grandma and Grandpa didn’t have any wind chimes. I whirled around to find the noise.

Under the branches appeared an enormous green dragon’s head.

·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·  Erika Gardner ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·

Erika is a sixth generation San Franciscan of Irish descent. 
She attended the University of California at Davis and 
completed degrees in Medieval History and Biological 
Sciences. A lifelong lover of books and a scribbler of many
 tales from a young age (her first story was completed at age 
five) she turned to writing full-time in 2011.

Erika resides in Northern California with her incredibly hot 
husband, their three amazing kids, and their chocolate 
Labrador named Selkie. To reach Erika regarding her books,
 wine recommendations, or to debate which Iron Maiden 
album is the best (clearly, it’s Brave New World), 
you can find her online at

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