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Blog Tour: The Sanctuary (Excerpt + Giveaway)

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the-sanctuary-coverZoey Valentine is finally safe, tucked way miles underground in the fortified community of the Sanctuary. She can finally breathe easily. 

But Sanctuary is far from what she imagined and she can’s help but feel trapped. Razi Cylon maybe dead but Sekhmet, her evil corporation that created the Awakened, is still out there and its’s not long before citizens of Sanctuary are disappearing and reappearing, dead and mutilated,each tagged with a note, a warning, signed by Razi herself. 

Problem is, Razi should be dead when she starts to threaten Zoey has ought so hard for, she is ready to fight. Sekhmet has existed for fat too long and Zoey has had enough.

Its time to end it all. 


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0081ce_cd3727d393a444c49821e4efa4c0bfc7Sara Elizabeth Santana is a YA and NA fiction writer. She has worked as a smoothie artist, Disneyland cast member, restaurant supervisor, nanny, photographer, pizza delivery driver and barista but writing is what she loves most. She runs her own nerd girl/book review blog, What A Nerd Girl Says. She lives in Southern California with her dad, five siblings and two dogs. Her debut novel is The Awakened.

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The Sanctuary Excerpt

I blinked a few more times, staring at her. “Excuse me?” There’s someoned at the door? For me?” I ran my fingers through bedridden hair and stared at her. “Who?”

“The Directir,” she whispered, her eyes wide. Her expression that the Director visitinfg someone’s private quarters was not a regular occurence. I hurried out the bed, pushing back the covers. I made sure y pajamas were at least straight before heading to the door and pressing my wrist band to the plate.  

The wristband was my life at the Sanctuary. It contained my personal information, inluding everything about my health. It gave me access to my room and other places that I needed to be and it was the device that keep me updated with my daily schedule. When I had been granted one, after my original medical examinations, I learned that it didin’t come off and it was water resisitant, amongst other tings. The first few weeks, it chaffed and I had rolled on top of it in my sleep many times, but now I was used to it.

The doors slid open. Octavia was standing outside the doorway. She looked perfect as usual, not at all like it was four in the morning. She wore black, the way everyone else wore black in this place, but she didn’t wear the nondescript shirts and pants we did. She always managed to be in a dress or skirt, not a wrinkle or rumple in them. 

“Director,” I addressed her. “This is a surprise. Is there something wrong? 

“I apologize for waking you at such an hour, Zoey” she said, a concerned look on her face. “But this is an urgent matter. Please follow me.”

I looked over my shoulder at Kaya, who looked frightened. <y stomach dropped but I turned back to Octavia and nodded. “Of course.”

She led down the hallway out of the resident floors. We turned down to an unfamiliar corridor and ended up at a door, with a s special access pad. I hadn’t seen one of those since arriving at Sanctuary. She pressed her thumb to it and it opned soundlessly. Behind the door was an elevator and we hurried inside. 

The elevator traveled up and up until it finally cane to a halt. When we exited, we were met with Octavias’s second in command, Patrick, who was standing with a rumpled Ash. My stomach dropped even more.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I asked, rushing toward him. 

Ash’s arms reached out and quickly wrapped around me. I pressed my face against his chest, inhaling his scent. “I’m fine. I didn’t know you would be here. Are you okay?”

I pulled away slightly and looked up at him. “Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” I looked over at Octavia and Patrick. “What is going on?”

“Please, follow us,” was the only answer we recieved as we rushed after them. We didn’t have to go very far until we turned into a very large office. Octavia crossed the room and sat down at the chair behind the desk, while Patrick perched on the edge of it. Two empty chairs were infront, obviously for us. Ash collapsed in one seat and pulled me into his lap. Both Octavia and Patrick stared at us, but I took comfort in Ash’s warmth. Whatever was about to happen, I was happy he was there.

“We received a… package an hour ago. I was accompanied with a note. The note was addressed to you. We took the package immediately, and you will receive that in just a moment.” Octavia reached for an envelope on the desk and handed it to me.

My fingers shook as I took the envelope. My name was written in a perfect handwriting on the front. I stared at it before using a fingernail to break the seal. A note fell out, a small square of cardstock. My hands gripped it tightly as my eyes roamed the page. They widened and I gasped. “No. NO. This can’t be real.”

“Zoey?” Ash’s voice was low in my ear. When I didn’t answer, he grabbed the note out of my hand and read it out loud. “Zoey, I hope you enjoy my gift. I am so looking forward to seeing you again. Fondly…” He paused and his face paled. “Razi Cylon.” Ash’s fists clenched, the note crumples in his hand. “What the fuck?”

“Language, Mr. Matthews,” Patrick said, but Ash didn’t listen. 

“This is a joke right? It’s not real. Dr. raxi Cylon is dead. She can’t be writing notes to Zoey because she is dead. I saw her die. I saw her get shot.”

“You youself were shot at the moment that this happened, Mr. Mattews,” Octavia pointed out. “Forgive me if your witness was not taken as fact.”

“I, however, was not shot,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “I saw her get shot. Bert shot her in the thraot. How could she even survive that?”

“Razi Cylon has some of the best doctors in thw world in her facility. It would not be impossible that she survived. This is also her handwriting. That much is true.”

My breathing grew erratic and for a moment, the world went black. It was like every nightmare came ti life. The past three months of safety were nothing but a farce. She was alive. She would never stop. She would never stop until I was dragged, kicking and screaming, cack into her underground hellhole. She would never stop until I was in her control again. “She can’t be. She just can’t be.” 

Ash’s hand rubbed my back again and again incircled. His warm palm against my back was a source of comfort and I focused on that, not on the fact that my world was crumbling down around me. “What was that package? What is this gift?” 

It was the only moment that Octavia showed anything more than complete calmness. “I think it would be better to show you. Perhaps we can understand the meaning of it more.” She gestured toward the guard at the door and he opned it. Someone stepped in and I nearly fell out of Ash’s lap.

He was beaten, broken. There were briuses along his jawline and he looked much smalled than the last time I had seen him. His hair was longer and he was barely standing. But I knew him. I would never forget that face.

I jumped up, nearly sprinting across the room. “Liam. Liam.”


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Check out the rest of the blog tour!

Blog Tour Schedule 

January 10th:
What A Nerd Girl Says
Living Within Fiction

January 11th:
Little Fantasyland
Knightgale Reviews

January 12th:
Renae McBrian Books
Books and Movies Addict

January 13th:
Movies Shows and Books

January 14th:
Just One of Those Bibliophiles
The Booklandia

January 15th:
Rose Reviews
Always and Forever Fangirling

January 16th:
The Reader’s Antidote

January 17th:
Tine’s Reviews
The Book Academy

See you next time guys! Thanks for reading!


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