The Silver Lining | Win The Eternal Ones

It’s time for my next contest. Now’s your chance to enter to win an ARC of THE ETERNAL ONES. You can enter on the blog or on twitter. I’m going to run this contest a little differently than previous ones.

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Haven Moore can’t control her visions of a past with a boy called Ethan, and a life in New York that ended in fiery tragedy. In our present, she designs beautiful dresses for her classmates with her best friend Beau. Dressmaking keeps her sane, since she lives with her widowed and heartbroken mother in her tyrannical grandmother’s house in Snope City, a tiny town in Tennessee. Then an impossible group of coincidences conspire to force her to flee to New York, to discover who she is, and who she was.

In New York, Haven meets Iain Morrow and is swept into an epic love affair that feels both deeply fated and terribly dangerous. Iain is suspected of murdering a rock star and Haven wonders, could he have murdered her in a past life? She visits the Ouroboros Society and discovers a murky world of reincarnation that stretches across millennia. Haven must discover the secrets hidden in her past lives, and loves¸ before all is lost and the cycle begins again.

I’m a huge fan of Kirsten Miller’s KIKI STRIKE series. I love the girl power, the unique premise of an underground city existing beneath Manhattan and the teenage girls who defend it. The characters are so fun and quirky and unique. I was really excited to hear she had a new book out and the premise hooked me just as much as the one for Kiki Strike. I always get really invested in epic love stories and I couldn’t wait to lose myself in this one.

I enjoyed the read a lot though I wish Haven was a little less naive. Any time anyone told her something, she would immediately believe it, discarding all other contradicting evidence. This got frustrating when it happened back and forth several times in the novel. It became repetitive and I think the back and forth could have been condensed. However, it did make for a page-turner as I was desperate to know whether Iain Morrow was a good guy or a bad guy. The book had enough red herrings to keep readers from guessing the real culprit for quite some time (though I did guess before the reveal. It’s rare when I don’t, though). I really enjoyed how the flashback story worked to reveal clues to the mystery and was told out of order.


To be entered to win the arc, TELL ME WHO YOU THINK YOU WERE IN A PAST LIFE. Reply in the comments of this blog OR as an @reply on twitter and include both @shanasilver plus the hashtag #pastlife. Each new comment or tweet will be entered. You may enter as many times as you like. Your tweets must include both the @reply and the #pastlife hashtag so I can find it. If you enter on twitter, you must be a follower of @shanasilver. You don’t need to be a follower of this blog to win via comments.

I’ll choose the winner of THE ETERNAL ONES arc through random drawing but I will blog the most creative entries. I want to read some funny entries here!

Contest ends Thursday August 5th at 11:59PM EST. Open to US and Canada residents only.

Good luck!

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14 Responses

  1. I think I was Queen Catherine, one of Henry the VIII’s wives. Hahaha, I was the young one who died b/c I fooled around with a handsome chap. Yup, sounds about right. 😛

    Thanks for hosting this!!!


  2. My past life…

    I would have probably been born at a castle of a royal family in Wales- as a chambermaid (possibly with my luck I would have had a precious child around the same time the evil Queen had one and I’d have to be a wetnurse- ugh!).

    I’m very unlucky so I’d end up getting beheaded by the overly-fed King.

    My past life in a nut shell.

  3. Okay…enough queens. Hmmm…

    In a past life, I was Joan of Arc. God spoke to me, he really did! Told me to reclaim England and everything.

    I mean, butt kicking heroine and tragic end? Awesome.

  4. In another past life, I was Rosa Parks. Back then, they didn’t have Dr. Scholl’s like they do now. My feet hurt so bad, I had to sit at the front of the bus. I wish they had pedicures back then.

  5. Because short stories are the best…

    Okay. I put some real thought into this, lol. It’s a bit long. 😛

    I was the Duke of Cornwall’s daughter. I was set to marry the Duke of Norfolk’s son, Lord Chester Cheeto.

    I told my father several times that I did not want to marry Lord Chester Cheeto. He had bright orange hair and reaked of cheese. But, my father being the Duke of Cornwall, insisted on the marriage. It would ensure my placement in England’s and wealth.

    I went to the stables one day to fetch my horse. When I got there, the stable boy happened to be brushing my horse (Mr. Ed). He turned around and I swear, he was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I began to ask him about about Mr. Ed’s health and riding. We talked for what felt like hours. Then I had to go. Lord Chester Cheeto was waiting for me by the lake.

    Over the next few days, I found myself going to the stables more and trying to catch the stable boy. His name was Johnny Depp, by the way. One day, I was caught in the rain while riding back to the stables, and when I got there, Johnny was there as well, racking hay. He saw me, walked over to me and gave me the most amazing kiss of my life. You know what happened next. We…uhhh…eerrr… “racked hay” together.

    He told me he couldn’t live without me and wanted to run away together. We planned our escape, but my father found out and forced me off our land. Lord Chester Cheeto informed my father I was no longer a maiden and he no longer wished to marry me. Good thing too because who would want to be Lady Cheeto and reak of cheese?

    As you can guess, my father was not pleased. He argued and yelled at me for days. One morning, I saw my mother with a trunk of my belongings. She told me she thought someone in this family should be happy and feel passion and love. She helped me escape with Johnny Depp and we rode into the sunset.


    *wipes tear away*

    MMM…I could go for some cheetos now.

  6. I just can’t stop! 😀

    I was a brothel wench named Rachel. Vincent Van Gogh sent me his left ear lobe and told me to “guard this object carefully.” I threw up all over the brothel.

    Yeah…some women receive flowers or jewelry. Me? I get ear lobes.

  7. Ok, last one, I swear!

    I was the “Girl With A Pearl Earring.” I love me some bling, bling.

    But lets be honest, aren’t diamonds a girl’s best friend. I settled for the pearl, but next time, I want to be the “Girl With A Diamond Earring.” Bank! 😀

  8. Okay, I lied. THIS will be my last one!

    I was a Vestal Virgin in my past life. Because I got a little TOO friendly with this incredibly GORGEOUS Roman soldier, I was buried alive in the city.

    So, being buried alive? Stinks, BUT being friendly with a gorgeous Roman soldier? Priceless.

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