Heven & Hell Charade Blog Tour: An Interview with Logan

 Hey, everyone! Welcome to today's Charade: Heven and Hell Tour stop! I'm so excited to have Cambria Hebert stopping by today to share with you a little more insight into her fabulous series and you have the special opportunity to get to know a very special character--Logan! So without further ado, take it away, Cambria!
(PS~Be sure to read all the way to the end so you don't miss out on the fabulous giveaway!)

Hi Everyone!

So glad to be here today as part of the Charade Heven and Hell Tour!! Charade is my newest novel in the Heven and Hell Series and is being released on May 18^th. I highly recommend you grab a copy and read it! (Did you think I would tell you to not buy a copy? Lol)

Here is a quick glance at the series so far:

Today, we are going to be talking about one character in particular. This character is relatively new to the series as he isn’t introduced until the end of Masquerade. But, when he does enter the series he brings with him a lot of mystery and suspicion. But, he also brings excitement for Sam. Why Sam? Because Logan is Sam’s little brother.

Logan is such an intriguing character that he has an entire novella dedicated to him! That novella is Between. It really lets you know more about him and about where Sam came from. It also gets you to raise your eyebrow in anticipation of Charade to find out more about Logan.

We are lucky enough that Logan has stopped by briefly to tell us about himself! And be sure to stick around for the giveaway at the bottom of the post!

Welcome Logan!

Logan: Thank you for having me here.

Tell us what is the best thing about being you?

Logan: Having Sam for a brother.

What is the worst thing about being you?

Logan: *shifts uncomfortably* The lost time. Sometimes when I go to sleep I wake up somewhere completely different than where I fell asleep. It’s scary and confusing and I can’t remember anything that happened.

How do you like your brother’s girlfriend, Heven?

Logan: She’s all right. She spends a lot of time with Sam and she’s nice to me but I can tell she doesn’t really like me. She just is nice because she has to be. I would rather have Sam all to myself.

What is your favorite thing to do?

Logan: *smiles* Play video games.

You live with Sam, now. Do you miss your parents?

Logan: I miss what our family use to be. After Sam left nothing was the same, my parents weren’t the same, so, right now? No, I don’t miss them. I miss who they use to be when I was little.

What else do you like to do besides play video games?

Logan: Read comic books!

Thanks for being here today Logan, it was fun getting to know you!

In celebration of Between and Charade Logan brought along a short excerpt from Between. Sit back, relax and get intrigued.

Between Excerpt

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That night I dreamed of pain. Of wandering down a country back road that seemed to cut right through a wooded mountain. It was so dark that I could barely see three feet in front of me and it was eerily silent.

Then, from behind, a tree branch snapped.

I turned, looking over my shoulder, but nothing was there. I kept walking, looking for something, trying to find my way home. It was cold out and all I was wearing was a T-shirt. I tried to ignore the way my skin prickled with cold and I jammed my icy fingers into the front pockets of my jeans.

Suddenly, headlights flashed behind me, projecting a shadow of me across the ground. It was long and distorted, far wider than I could ever be. I studied it, imagining that I really did have those wide shoulders and head, that I looked that menacing and intimidating. No one would mess with me then.

I wasn’t concerned about the car closing in on me from behind, and I didn’t turn around until it stopped right behind me. The driver got out, but was no more than a dark figure, standing at the hood of the car, the headlight’s glare making the person impossible to see.

“I saw your car a few miles back. Did you run out of gas?” His voice was deep and low and it sent shivers down my spine.

I felt myself nodding.

“Nearest gas station is ten miles. Hop in and I will give you a lift.”

Suddenly, fear slammed into me. I couldn’t accept a ride from a stranger, even if it meant walking ten miles to civilization. My heart started slamming against my ribs and sweat prickled my skin.

“No, thank you,” I told the driver.

I saw him shrug and then climb back in the car. I heaved a relieved sigh and began walking again. I waited for the driver to go on by, but he didn’t. Instead, the engine revved and when I looked over my shoulder, the car was barreling toward me at an impossible speed. With a great shout, I began to run and dove off the road and into the trees.

The trees were close together here; there was no way that car could fit between. I watched in horror as the car backed up and then sped forward, slamming into one of the trees. There was a great cracking sound as the tree split and began falling toward the ground. Toward me.

I ran. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, ignoring the pull and tugs of the branches and the burning of my lungs. Then I stumbled.

And fell.

I fell forever, it seemed. My scream echoed around me, making it sound like I had screamed a hundred times.

Suddenly, I hit the ground and I heard the crunching of my bones. Pain exploded through my limbs and I lay there, sweating and shaking. A figure floated into my vision. Once again it was so dark I couldn’t see anything but the outline of the body.

I tried to get away, to get up and run. But my broken body wouldn’t move.

The person standing over me began to laugh. A high-pitched laugh that never ended and invaded my brain until it was all I heard. Every hair on my body stood on end.

Abruptly, the laughing stopped. The silence was so complete it was almost as loud as the laughing had been. Then the figure—the person—bent closer. I flinched, waiting for them to do something vile to me and wanting it to just be over.

But he didn’t touch me.

He whispered.

Welcome to Hell.

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Thank you all for being here today!! We hope you enjoyed the excerpt and learning about Logan.  Please stick around and enter to win some prizes!

The giveaway: One Ecopy of Between, One Ecopy of Charade, a Bookmark set, signed and a magnet (featuring Sam) (Continue on for the Rafflecopter form!)

Have a great day!

About Charade:

Dying at the hands of a psycho was a shock. Having my life returned to me by an angel was incredible. Being named a Supernatural Treasure and being given Sam as my guard was pretty darn awesome. Acquiring a debt for it all—well, I should have seen it coming.

Now here we are, fighting demons from Hell, caring for a boy that I just don’t trust, and traveling to faraway places to return a treasure to its rightful place. Nothing is as it seems. Everyone wears a mask; everyone puts on a charade. It’s up to us to separate the truth from the lies and reality from fiction. A hard task when my new reality involves fallen angels, witches and dragons… and did I mention Hell?

Anchoring me down through it all is Sam. Sam, who must face tragedies of his own and is put to the test again and again.

If we fail in our task, life as we know it—life as you know it—will end. Forever.

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Cambria Hebert is an author who wrote her first book at the age of fifteen. It was terrible. But the passion for writing never went away so years later when she opened her laptop and started typing she worked until she wrote a book – Masquerade - that she hopes everyone will be as excited about as she is. Cambria is obsessed with werewolves and is terrified of chickens (they are creepy!) She is an animal lover that would choose coffee over food and her favorite TV show is the Vampire Diaries (Hell-O Damon!) When she isn’t writing you can find her stalking the young adult aisles at Barnes and Noble.

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