*Blog Tour Giveaway* Gravedigger's Brawl by Abigail Roux *Riptide*

Gravedigger
Abigail Roux

Dr. Wyatt Case is never happier than when he’s walking the halls of his history museum. Playing wingman for his best friend at Gravedigger’s Tavern throws him way out of his comfort zone, but not as much as the eccentric man behind the bar, Ash Lucroix.

Ash is everything Wyatt doesn’t understand: exuberant, quirky, and elbow deep in a Gaslight lifestyle that weaves history into everyday life. He coordinates his suspenders with his tongue rings. Within hours, Wyatt and Ash are hooked.

But strange things are afoot at Gravedigger’s, and after a knock to the head, Ash starts seeing things that can’t be explained by old appliances or faulty wiring. Soon everyone at Gravedigger’s is wondering if they’re seeing ghosts, or just going crazy. The answer to that question could end more than just Wyatt and Ash’s fragile relationship—it might also end their lives.

    Welcome to The Gravedigger’s Brawl virtual book tour! Thank you for helping me celebrate the release of the most haunted book I’ve ever worked on. Over the course of the next few days I’ll be giving away prizes to help you get through the reading experiences, namely bundles of sage to cleanse your electronics after you download a cursed book! In addition, every stop along this tour is a chance to win $10 in store credit to Riptide Publishing as part of their first anniversary celebration! To enter to win one of the prizes, just leave a comment here and make sure you include your e-mail address. Many thanks to All I Want And More for helping me keep this spooky Riptide Publishing virtual book tour going!

                                      Warning: This Book is Haunted! Part 3 by Abigail Roux

     The first two stops on the tour, I let you in on a little secret. The Gravedigger’s Brawl is cursed. You may still be sceptical, and I understand. Plenty of people were at first when I began to insist that a story I was writing about ghosts was haunted. Ha ha, Abi, you’re funny. Now go take your meds.
     But I knew in my heart that the story was cursed. And I went with it. I’m a writer, after all, I have to write. I have to see a story to fruition, even if it fights back. Even if it goes on the offensive and begins to haunt me.
     Four years into its creation, the ghost story had now been responsible for the death of three laptops. It was fighting back, but so was I. I continued working on it, tweaking it, editing it, adding to it, taking from it.
I changed the ending.
     The original ending was much darker and far more disturbing than it is now. It was scary, and I liked it. But it wasn’t satisfying. So I changed it. And the story did not like it. Lights in my home began to flicker. My brand new alarm system would go off at all times of the day. At one point I didn’t get to the code in time and the police were called. Try explaining that one to a guy with a gun and the ability to recommend you be institutionalized.
     But I soldiered on. It was more out of curiosity at this point, though. I wanted to see what else this story was capable of doing. My iPhone began to make static noises when I’d make calls, and iPhones aren’t exactly known for static. When I would send a text message to the Canadian while she was in the process of giving the ghost story a read over, my text messages would go not to her phone, but to her iPod, something that is not capable of receiving or sending text messages. After bringing my computer to my mom’s house one evening to work, she began to be pelted in the back of the head with Valentine’s candy in an empty room.
     When my laptop and I left, the candy stopped flying. When Canadian was done reading the story and sent it back, my text messages began to get to her phone again.
     I started working harder to get rid of this thing. I convinced myself that as soon as I was done working on it and had it sent off, the curse would end. Sort of like construction and remodelling is supposed to wake spirits in buildings, I was hoping that when I completed the editing, it would all just go away.
The harder I worked, the more the story fought back. I lost another laptop to it before it was all said and done. That’s four in case you’ve lost count. The lamp in my living room would turn off and on as I worked into the night. Locked doors would open. Open windows would slam shut. I began sending my daughter to my mom’s house to sleep because I didn’t want her in the house at night while I was writing.
     I was convinced that when the story was done, the curse would be too. I finished the book at 4 AM one morning in February and wasted no time in sending it off. I warned the editors that it might do odd things to their computers. They laughed about the oddities being good for promo (and here I am) and that was it. I was done.
     The lights stopped flickering. My computer worked. The sun came out! All was right with the world! And then one night a few months later I received an e-mail. Return edits.
     I opened up the e-mail and downloaded the file. And five minutes later, my television got struck by lightning. It wasn’t the end. Rewrites were just the beginning. Now I had wave after wave of edits and beta reads to get through, and it wasn’t just me involved now. There were others. So many others. And the next step would be releasing this story to the world.

You can haunt me at several places on the web, including Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, and my website. I hope to see you around.

You can read the first two chapters and order The Gravedigger’s Brawl HERE.

And please do not forget Abigail's words........ In addition, every stop along this tour is a chance to win $10 in store credit to Riptide Publishing as part of their first anniversary celebration! To enter to win one of the prizes, just leave a comment here and make sure you include your e-mail address!!! So comment away!!! Good luck!


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