Friday, October 2, 2015

Blog Tour: In Shadows Waiting by Stewart Bint

About The Book
Title: In Shadows Waiting
Author: Stewart Bint
Genre: Paranormal, Horror
Young Simon Reynolds lives a bucolic life at his family home, White Pastures, surrounded by a loving family and a charming community. Simon finishes his A levels and looks forward to unwinding while his sisters work on their tans.
Meanwhile the tiny community of Meriton has been plagued by a spate of burglaries, and White Pastures seems to be next. A shadowy figure stalks the house, but the police can find no signs of an intruder.
Inspired by the author's real-life experience with the supernatural, In Shadows Waiting recounts a summer that changes the Reynolds' lives forever. As the summer progresses, the shadows take on an altogether more sinister implication, and White Pastures begins to reveal a terrifying secret.
The epicenter of an event that has scarred an entire community, White Pastures grows more and more dark, possessed by a shadow that yearns, a shadow that will not be denied. At White Pastures, someone will die -- but love never will.

Author Bio
Stewart Bint is a novelist, magazine columnist and PR writer. He lives with his wife Sue in Leicestershire in the UK, and has two children, Christopher and Charlotte. As a member of a local barefoot hiking group, when not writing he can often be found hiking barefoot on woodland trails.


Exclusive Excerpt:
A fierce pounding began on the stairs, as if a giant hammer were
being thrust up and down on the carpet. Its echo rang madly throughout
the hall, vibrant and powerful, and a cloud of smoke somewhat
reminiscent of the dying embers of a bonfire sprang up to mask the step
beyond. The smoke was white and appeared to be taking on a definite
shape. It was as if each shred of smoke knew its place and was
becoming interwoven with its neighbour to take on a solid form.
As we looked on in absolute terror, the white billowing mass
drifted up the stairs to the landing where it stopped dead. At first it
simply stood there, as if it were looking down on us, mocking, knowing
its strength. More smoke seemed to grow from its very bowels, and
before long a six-foot human form towered there. It was indistinct,
without features, but where the eyes should be were two burning red
holes, as if we were looking into hell itself. Those eyes mirrored all the
wickedness and evil ever born on this earth—and yet, at the same time,
I sensed a deep and bitter sadness that lay beyond. The smoke moved
subtly, but without any real change. The sadness seemed to take over.
The evil was replaced by a haunted, longing look from within those
burning holes.