Whisper's Edge Tour - Promo

Title:Whisper’s Edge
Series: Whisper Walker Series – Book 2
Author: London Cole 

Genre: Young-Adult Paranormal Dystopian

Book Description:

Drake and Kelsie quickly discover life won't be quite the same after getting their new abilities, but they hope everything will settle into a sort of normalcy. It doesn't take long for them to realize it's not the kind of normal they were hoping for.

When Kelsie joins Drake for a routine Hunt, they end up stumbling upon an underground bunker that hasn't been opened in nearly a century. When they meet a far-too-friendly ghost, it should be their first indicator to leave things alone and get out of there. Never ones to resist the opportunity for excitement or mystery, they end up in a situation that could cost them dearly–threatening not only everything they've worked for, but their very lives!

Drake's world is turned upside down. A mysterious new girl seems intent on capturing his heart, but that's not all she's after.

Kelsie faces betrayal by the one she holds most dear, only to meet someone new who could change her entire existence; past, present, and future. If only she can stay alive long enough to find out the truth...

Doesn't this sound awesome! I really can't wait to read this and I'm really pleased to be part of the tour. And here is the author himself!

About the Author:

London Cole is an author of Paranormal Young-Adult novels and novellas. He resides in the large and highly over-heated state of Texas, though he is not originally from there. London was born in the Pacific Northwest, growing up on an Island very near Canada. That means that he is known to slip up and occasionally use words like “ehh” and pronounce “about” like “aboot”.

Growing up, he always wanted to write but never really knew where to start. Then he got sucked into classical music, against his will, at an early age. Unlike many, he never had imaginary friends as a child, though since he was born into a navy family, the constant moving made him a loner. It was easier to be a loner than try to make new friends all of the time. Being a loner, and having been forbidden from
watching TV by his loving but sheltering mother, he turned to creating stories to entertain himself out of sheer boredom. Creating stories became a large part of his life to the point that he started narrating everything he did and conducting dialogue between multiple characters while in the shower.

When London wasn’t writing stories, he was reading them. He went through dozens of books a month, mainly mysteries that his mom checked out from the library.

Once he got older, after high school and college, he started to take writing seriously. He became more confident in his writing, and now, here we are today.

And as a special treat... Here's an exclusive Sneak Peak of the book:


Kelsie climbed up on the back of the couch as I was finishing making the coffee and leapt at me. She flew through the air like an arrow and slammed into me, taking me down into the dining room table. The table burst into a pile of dust and splinters, one of which was driven into the back of my shoulder. 

We rolled around for a few seconds, wrestling each other for the top position. 
“Ouch, you have a chunk of wood sticking out of your shoulder,” Kelsie informed me, like I hadn’t already noticed. 
“Yeah, thanks for that. And thanks for destroying our table. Now what are we going to eat on?” 
She pasted on an obviously fake apologetic look while she grabbed the piece of wood sticking out of my shirt. “Not like we ever used it anyway.” 
I grimaced, bracing myself for her to pull out the wood. “Yeah, but still. It’s the principle. And you just ruined one of my shirts. Thanks a lot.” 
She ripped it out of my shoulder. A nauseating wet sound echoed through the room as she did. I gritted my teeth together in a silent scream – it really hurt. 
“Suck it up, baby. You’ll be fine in a few minutes,” she said, climbing off me and tossing the bloody stake on the counter. 
“No thanks to you,” I muttered, pushing myself erect. 
Snatching the coffee pot off the stove, I poured my coffee into a ceramic mug and then let her get her own out of spite. 
Then I peeled my ruined shirt over my head, grunting as it pulled at the already scabbed-over skin. I turned my back to her. “How’s it look?” 
“Already healing up. See, no biggie,” she responded, coming over and running her cool fingers over the wound. The tickling sensation caused me to twitch. 
That was the beauty of what had happened to us a week ago on our birthdays. We both healed with unbelievable speed. We were stronger, tougher, and faster than anyone else I knew. We had slightly different strengths, though. I couldn’t speak for Kelsie, but my new strengths were mainly magnifications of what I was good at before. She could climb anything. I could jump really high. The more we used our skills, the better they got, and we learned new ones. 
“What the devil happened here?” A girl materialized in the entryway. 
Kelsie and I looked up at the newcomer. 
“Samantha, don’t you ever knock? Seriously, ghost or not, did they not have manners in your time?” I goaded her. 
She flew at me and bowled me over with her icy form. “I told you not to mention my age!” she raged. 
I’d only seen her fly like that once, so it caught me a little off guard. 
“Chill, chill.” I snuck a quick peck on her cold cheek. 
The pupils returned to her eyes, and she blushed, helping me up. 
“Seriously, what happened in here? And where’s your shirt?” 
I looked down, having forgotten that I was topless. “Kelsie happened.” 
The ghost nodded her head like that explained everything. “I should have guessed.” 
“I’m standing right here, you know. I can hear you.” Kelsie scowled. “What are you doing here, anyway?” 
“Just thought I’d stop by and see how my two favorite warm-bloods are doing.” 
“Boy, I feel special.” I grinned coyly. Kelsie just took a sip of her coffee. 
“Want some?” she asked Samantha, holding her cup towards the ghost, knowing full well that Samantha loved coffee, but couldn’t drink it. 
Samantha turned her back to Kelsie with an irritated look on her face. “Silly me, I had that wrong. I meant the only warm-blood that I like,” she said to me. 
“I was just screwing with you. You’re taking it personally today, aren’t you?” Kelsie said, giving the ghost a half hug.

Now what do you think of this book!? It sounds brilliant and the Cover is absolutely gorgeous! Thank you so much to Bewitching Blog Tours for letting my be a part of this Tour! 


  1. This sounds pretty good, plus that cover's kinda cool. ;) Love the excerpt! Thanks for sharing, Em! :)

  2. I loved the excerpt and the cover is stunning. Adding this to my to-read list. Thanks for sharing, Emma :)

    Jennifer @ Dream Reads


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