{Book Tour w/Excerpt & Giveaway} The Divinity of Anila by Cloud S. Riser

The Divinity of Anila
The Musings Book 1
by Cloud S. Riser
Genre: YA Paranormal
--My name is Anila. Up until a few days ago, I thought I was just like every other teenage girl. Seriously, life was awesome. I was popular, had great grades, and was on my way to getting a scholarship to one of the top universities in the state. Then my boyfriend decided to go crazy on me, and I end up in a car with some other guy who claims magic is real. Crazy, is what I say. Pretty sure he's out of his mind. I--


--Hold on a minute, Nila is not giving me a fair chance. The name is Bailey, and I'm not crazy. I'm a Muse. And so is she. That's why her boyfriend got uber possessive on her. Muses inspire the best in others, and without control over their magic, a Muse can be pretty addictive to hang around.
Which is why I'm here, to teach Nila how to control that magic so she doesn't cause any more problems with the every day humans. See--
--I hate how he says every day humans like I'm not one of them. Oh, and get this, I apparently can't touch him, even just a tiny bit, because we might create magical sparks...or something?--
--Look at all the things she doesn't know about being a Muse. The sparks help us find our soul mate. Do I need to explain why I don't need her touching me right now? We just met. Besides, it's common courtesy. Keep your hands to yourself.



“Um, how about the diner by that gas station?” Nila asked, pointing to the left. There were six different places we could have stopped for food and gas. She'd named every single one of them.

“Are you sure?” I asked, changing lanes to head that way. We'd been driving around the town in a circle. The locals probably thought we were about to do something illegal. One woman we passed three times already and if we went by again, I was pretty sure she'd call the cops.

Nila frowned and then shook her head. “No, I'm not. Never mind, let's do the grill.”

“Okay, the grill. You're not allowed to change your mind anymore.” I pulled off of the main road, did a u-turn in the middle of an empty side street, and went the opposite way we'd been coming from.

“You said I could pick.” She pouted.

“And you did pick. Seven times!”

“It was not that many.”

I rolled my eyes. “Consider this my making an executive decision since you're unable to do it yourself.” Thankfully, the grill wasn't too far away. My stomach was growling for some grub. Breakfast was practically a century ago. Okay, only a little over four hours ago, but that was a long time to go without eating.

“I wanted to make sure this wasn't some kind of a set up. Figured if I changed my mind enough times, I could get a read on where you wanted to go the most and catch you,” she mumbled.

“You won't catch me in anything because there is nothing to catch. I promise you I have never been here before in my life and I know nobody here. I am hungry, though, and we need to eat. Stretching my legs out and getting away from the wheel would be an added bonus as well.” I pulled into the parking lot of Harvey's Grill. Seemed like my kind of place. Classic brick outside with a typical wooden sign. Given the small size of the town, it was probably considered the swanky place to eat. Real food, that's all I cared about. Fast food got old after a while, and I did a lot of eating out. Comes with the job.

Nila kept her gaze on me as we both got out of the car. Once again, I got the impression she was trying to size me up, challenge me. She enjoyed it. “I'm going to add another kink into our game. Not only do I get to choose who you're going to get the money from, but you can't do it by selling a logical story that anyone would believe.”

“Oh really?” I raised an eyebrow. “Do explain.”

“You have to tell them something made up, illogical and crazy. Like...” She tapped her chin with one of her nicely trimmed, red nails. “You have to feed your pet unicorn enchanted bananas before the monkey pirates steal them to invade the marshmallow kingdom.”

Unamused, I shot her the darkest of glares. “Excuse me?”

“Yup, that. You have to tell them that in order to get the money. Nothing else.” The grin she gave was far too smug and obnoxious for my taste.

Groaning, I opened the door, letting her go in first.

She snickered. “Don't think you can do it? Not without a plant?”

Cloud S. Riser is a Minnesota native. She has lived in Minnesota her whole life. She will probably remain there for her whole life too. The mother of The Squid, Skyscraper, and two cats, her life is definitely never dull. An adventure she braves with her husband. In order to stay sane, she creates massive amounts of fiction which she has decided to share with the rest of the world for the simple reason of: she is a storyteller.
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