Blog Tour + Giveaway: Snow Falling by Davidson King

Debut author Davidson King stops by the clubhouse on the Snow Falling blog tour! Check out today's book info and author visit and enter in the giveaway--a $10 Amazon gift card is up for grabs!

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RELEASE DATE: 11.28.17
COVER DESIGN: Morningstar Ashley/ Five Star Designs
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After running from a past destined to kill him, Snow has been hiding on the streets.
Tell nobody your name.
Tell nobody your secrets.
Trust nobody!
These are the rules of the streets.
His entire life changes when he saves an eight-year-old boy from a violent end.
Christopher Manos is one of the most powerful crime bosses in the country.
Don’t ask anyone to do something you aren’t willing to do yourself.
Secrets can get you killed.
Trust nobody!
These are the rules he lives by.
When his eight-year-old nephew disappears, he never expects the boy’s savior to end up being his own.
A man with a dangerous past and a man with a dangerous future find love amidst murder and mayhem. But with Snow's life being threatened at every turn, will Christopher's best be enough to prevent Snow Falling?

Writing With A Character In Your Head

Understand my pain. Please. When I sat down and said, “Okay. I’m writing you, Snow.” I didn’t expect him to respond. Snow, more than Christopher, felt the need to put their two cents into every word I wrote. When Snow would get snarky and I wrote Christopher’s response I’d hear him grumble and in his dark and dangerous way say, “If he were anyone else I’d rip his face off.”

Me: “You will learn to love him.”
Chris: “You better hope so, woman.”

See the abuse I put up with to bring him to life? Snow was much more supportive of my choices for him. When he’d get a biting remark in he’d mentally high five me. But there were times he’d question my judgment.

Snow: “Why are you making me do that?”
Me: “You’ll see.”
Snow: “My life my choice answer me now.”
Me: “Can’t”
Snow: “Why?”
Me: “Because you won’t like it.”
*a lot of cursing*

Someone once said that being a writer was like having multiple personality disorder. In a way that’s true. They guide you or you guide them. You argue with each other’s reasoning. Someone wins. The more you write the character the louder they become, the more controlling they turn into, and they become real. You can hear their voice, feel their presence, smell them. You may think I’m nuts… Okay, I am BUT I’m serious about this. For realz! My author slogan is “Creating a diverse world one story at a time.” And that is truer than you know. I feel the layers and growth.

So these meanie characters can yell at me all they want. I’m the author behind the curtain. They only sorta maybe a little own me… and my soul.

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“Why do you want to know my real name? It’s a name that no longer matters. The day my feet hit the pavement, I was no longer that guy.” I hated that this subject kept coming up.

“I will find out. I have to.”

This was so frustrating. “Why? Why’s it matter?”

“In my line of work, I need to know everything. The more I know, the easier it is to keep my people, my family, and myself safe.”

“I’m not a threat, but if you feel I am, then let me go. I never asked to be here, you haven’t given me a choice. I’ve been tossed plenty of times and each time, I land on my feet.” It was a challenge. A part of me wanted him to let me go so I could sever ties and have the choice taken from me. Another part wanted him to beg me to stay. That need to feel wanted and needed was quickly becoming a problem.

“You’re not a prisoner here. But you and I both know you don’t want to leave, so let’s not do this song and dance.” Christopher approached me. “You said your mother was a nurse. Did you realize you told me?”

“I knew.” Being in a daze never made me unaware. Being unaware was deadly. “It was harmless knowledge. There are millions of nurses all over the world.”

“My mother was a model. It’s how my father met her. They were together from the first day they laid eyes on each other. She passed when I was ten but I remember something she told me once.” He shifted his feet, the show of uncertainty making him seem vulnerable. I wondered if many people got to see this side of him. Was I special?

“What did she tell you?”

“It sounds silly now that I think about it, but in your case, it’s true.” His eyes bored into mine. “We are like a glass. You can have a glass for years, decades even. It will serve its purpose, being filled and drained over and over. Then one day, someone will come along and be a little too hard on it and a tiny crack will form. That fissure will weaken the glass. Every bump and bang. Every mouth that touches it or hand that grips it will contribute to its inevitable shatter.” He stepped closer. “But in its time, it will serve its purpose and when it’s a million pieces of glass, someone will come along and pick it up. They will decide if it should be thrown away or if it’s worth saving.” A tiny smile played on his beautiful lips. “You’re cracked a bit. You feel weakened, but Snow, I think even if you had a million cracks or were a pile of shattered pieces on the floor, you’d be worth saving.”

“Or I’d be trash.” I got what Christopher was saying and it was poetic and poignant, but it wasn’t me. “I’ve been called trash plenty of times. No one looked at my imperfections and thought I was a future mosaic. They looked at me and saw a mess.”

“Until now.”

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Davidson King, always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.
When she’s not writing you can find her blogging away on Diverse Reader, her review and promotional site. She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.
If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.

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