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Legion Series by K.C. Finn – Book Tour + #Giveaway

14/02/17

Legion Lost
By K.C. Finn
Genre: Dystopian
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One Underground girl escapes from a soldiers’ raid. Lost and above
ground for the very first time, she has only one option to secure her
survival: the Legion—a government organization for teenagers with
no place left to run. Leave your identity at the gate, and join a
life of military service until you reach adulthood. It sounds ideal,
but the Underground girl knows that the System won’t stop looking
for its female runaway. So, she tells a lie about her gender.
And it will change her forever.
Posing as Raja, a boy-soldier, the Underground girl is thrown into Legion
life at its full, brutal speed. Here, she meets Senior Commander
Briggs, whose savage authority reigns over the teenage soldiers.
Amongst them are a band of oddballs known as the South Tower Rejects,
led by Stirling, a tall, savvy stranger with bright copper hair and
eyes that shine like oceans. There’s something hiding behind his
cocky smile, and Raja wants to know what it is.
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“Little boy, if you think I’m not going to notice how incompetent you are, just because you’re next to her, then think again.”

He thinks I’m cowardly now too—a very promising sign. When the commander runs through the process of how to load our automatic guns, I ask him to stop and repeat even the simplest parts of the instructions. I can see the strain in his steely eyes, like he’s resisting the urge to just get up and smack me for interrupting him. On the outside, the others are still looking at me like I’m defective in some way, but, on the inside, I’m starting to enjoy winding Briggs up by playing the fool.

We have limited time to practise setting up the guns in our pairs. The bruised girl is surprisingly good at locking the pieces into the right places, and I learn more from watching her than I did from Briggs’s brisk display.

“What’s your name?” I ask her, once I’m sure the commander is busy helping someone else.

“Lucrece,” she replies.

I am taken aback by the broken quality to her voice. She sounds as though someone has forced her to gargle with glass.

“I’m Raja,” I tell her, and she lets that little smile slip out again.

“You’re all right, Raja,” Lucrece says. “The first friendly-looking face I’ve seen around here. Pity friendly isn’t in Briggs’s assessment criteria.”

Lucrece is a remarkably intelligent girl. Though her hands shake with nerves, she understands the mechanics of the gun far better than I do, and she explains the principles of distance, perception, and air resistance with confidence. From her, I learn that the guns have two settings: single shot and continuous fire. She finds the switch to change between the modes with ease. It pleases me to know that she has so much skill, but a little part of me is sad when I realise that she won’t be coming to the South Tower with me after all. Once today is over, we might never speak to one another again.

“Time’s up,” Briggs snarls. “You, you, and you, with me up here.”

Lucrece is one of the three people that Briggs’s pointing finger finds. She hands me her gun and stumbles nervously to the commander’s side with the two tall boys the commander has picked. Briggs uncovers something huge and lumpy from beside the gun stores, throwing it at Lucrece. She misses the catch as the heavy object thumps her hard in the chest, but when she manages to lift it again, the object takes shape. It is a thick, padded jacket, which appears to be full of small, frayed holes.

“Put these on,” Briggs barks, handing a jacket to each of the boys too, “and go and stand in front of the targets.”

He can’t be doing what I think he’s doing, and yet I watch in horror as Lucrece pads up and walks a few metres away. She heads toward the spiral-shaped targets that I’d assumed we would be aiming at. Briggs gives the three teens a shout when he’s satisfied with their distance, then turns back to us with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Set your weapons to fire single shots,” he instructs. “Let’s make some holes in those dummies, recruits.”

They aren’t dummies. They’re people. Real people. My fellow soldiers are adjusting their guns, but I can’t stand to even touch mine now.

“What if we miss, sir?” I interject. “We could kill them.”

Briggs leans close to my face, his bared teeth glowing white against his dark lips.

“You’d better not miss then, had you son?” he purrs.

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Legion Found
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The heart-wrenching sequel to Kindle Press’s LEGION LOST has arrived. As
our heroine Raja suffers with intense grief, her new identity as a
Highland rebel soldier is about to be put to the test. As part of an
intrepid rescue mission, she and her fellow Highlanders will travel
south to infiltrate the System itself, discovering the fresh horrors
that Governor Prudell has subjected her people to. Death, destruction
and all-out war awaits, and nothing can prepare them for the terror
of the truth.
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“Whoa,” says a voice near the doorway to the chamber.

It takes me a moment to break the glare that Sun and I are sharing, but the sight of Goddie and Apryl is a welcome relief when I spot them entering the room. Apryl has a small bag of provisions which she hands me, and I sling it over my shoulder as my gaze rests on Goddie. He’s looking me over, his mouth open a little.

“I know. Don’t say it,” I tell him. “I look ridiculous.”

“No,” Goddie says gently. “I mean… ya don’t look like you, dat’s for sure. But ya look… good. Okay.”

“Wow,” Apryl adds dryly. “That was charming. You’re just full of backhanded compliments today.”

“I,” Goddie begins at once, wincing at me apologetically. “No, I don’t mean dat, I mean… Oh hell, ya know what I mean, right?”

“Seldom if ever,” I tell him.

But really, I do know. I must look different, so radically different from normal. And yet this is how I was supposed to turn out, I presume. Mumma’s little girl. Long hair and dresses. Pretty as a picture.

“So long as it gets me in and out unnoticed,” I add quickly, feeling the redness in my cheeks. “As soon as we know where Dad is, we can make a move.”

“Kip’s waiting for you on the surface,” Apryl tells me with a nod. “He’s going to tail you both back to the walls in case there’s any trouble. But I want you to take this.”

She reaches into her pocket, then forces something small and cold into my hand. It’s a brooch, apparently made of gold, and it has a black stone set in the centre that glistens a little strangely. The circular piece of jewellery has a pin on the back for it to be secured on clothing. When I don’t do anything with the brooch except stare at it, Apryl huffs and then takes it back. I watch her pinning it to one side of my dress, a little to the right of my heart.

“What’s that?” Sun asks sharply, eyeing the brooch.

“A camera,” Apryl explains. “Delilah and I rigged it up back at the base. Direct feed back to our computers and tablets here.”

“We’ll see everything you do,” Delilah adds.

When I glance towards her, I realise she’s looking directly at Sun Lin. Sun, for her part, seems to pale a little at the eyes on her, but soon she shrugs the comment off in that haughty way of hers.

“Enjoy the show,” she says with a curling smile.

 

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K.C. Finn was born and raised in Cardiff, South Wales, where her love
for storytelling grew at a precociously young age. After developing
the medical condition M.E. / C.F.S., Kim turned to writing to escape
the pressures of disabled living, only to become hooked on the
incredible world of publishing.
Kim spends most of her time locked in the writing cave with an obscenely
large mug of tea. When not writing, she can be found pursuing her PhD
in Linguistics, watching classic British comedy, or concocting evil
schemes in the secret laboratory in her attic.

 

 

***From February 17th to 23rd, my fantasy novel The Book Of Shade will be 99
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Demon Hunting with a Sexy Ex by Lexi George – Cover Reveal

14/02/17

 
by Lexi George
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pub Date: 9/19/2017
THIS WITCH IS ON FIRE
Cassandra Ferguson McKenna, aka the
Witch of Devil River, has only one thing to say to her demon-hunting
ex: We are never ever getting back together. Sure, Duncan Dalvhani
may be the hottest thing this side of the Mason-Dixon line. He’s
got a body to die for—which is hard to ignore when he skinny dips
in her river every day—and swears he loves her. But as a demon
hunter, Duncan is the sworn enemy of a demonoid sorceress like
Cassandra. Give him another chance to break her heart? Witch, please.
But when Cassandra is attacked by a werewolf, Duncan not only comes
to her rescue, he helps her take on a band of magic-drunk
moonshiners, fire-breathing demons, shifty shapeshifters, and a pet
Sasquatch named Sugar. Welcome to Alabama. But when a portal opens up
for even more hellaciousness, Cassandra has to admit that Duncan is
slowly opening her heart—to a whole new world of unearthly delights
. . .
Lexi George is an appellate attorney by
day, but by night she writes laugh-out-loud paranormal romance. She
is a member of RWA, and loves to hear from readers.
 
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Bound by Jen Colly – Book Tour + #Giveaway

14/02/17

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Bound
The Cities Below
Book Two
Jen Colly

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Kensington/Lyrical

Date of Publication: January 31, 2016

ISBN: 9781516101474
ASIN: B01FBZXSES

Number of pages: 200

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs

Book Description:

The streets are a battleground for humans, vampires, and demons alike—where survival is a skill, love is a weapon, and the most dangerous act is to care for another . . .

Keir is an assassin devoted to Lady Arianne, the last of her royal bloodline. He is sworn to protect her, and that means eliminating any threat to her life. But while on a mission, he is set upon by a pack of demons, barely escaping with his life.

Cleopatra lives by a set of rules so rigid she no longer knows her true self. But her kind and loving nature resurfaces when she finds a man, bloodied and dying. Moved to help him, she risks her future and her life to save a stranger far below her aristocratic station.

Their attraction to each other is as powerful as it is forbidden. But even as their love grows, Keir keeps his true identity a secret—and this lie is not the only threat to their love . . . or their lives.

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Excerpt:

Cleopatra was utterly trapped. She longed to close her eyes and block him out, but fear of the unknown kept them wide open. The man had no weapon, couldn’t possibly mean to harm her. Except, would he really need a weapon? She couldn’t fight him, wouldn’t even know where to begin.
He studied her closely, and when his head tilted slightly, she noticed every bit of his focus fixated on her neck. Not a murderer. He wanted to mark her, to bite her neck, leave the wound to heal and forever bind her to him. This was why daughters of the aristocracy were kept under a tight watch. The mark, unbreakable and indisputable, would give this man access to her family’s wealth and prestige, and bind her to him until death.
He reached for her, head descending to her neck. Cleopatra quickly covered his target with both hands. Tears gathered in her eyes, sorrow distorted her voice. “I don’t want this. Please, don’t hurt me.”
The man rocked back as if she’d smacked him, and for the first time since he’d appeared, he looked at her face. His eyes met hers and didn’t look away as he brought his hand to her cheek and brushed away a tear. He saw her, truly saw her, and the adoration in his eyes sent a completely different shimmy down her spine.
In one step, he crowded her, pressing his cheek against hers. “Could never hurt you. My angel,” his captivating voice crooned, so close to her ear. He drew in a deep breath, his face buried in her hair. Then he whispered, “My Cleo.”
She gasped. The shortened version of her name on his lips sounded strangely intimate, as though he’d known her for years. The warmth rolling off his body kept her intensely aware of his close proximity, and she held her breath, waiting for his next move to prove his intent. He didn’t bite her, didn’t hurt her, and the sincere affection in his gentle touch left her so very confused. Any other man would have bitten her, taken advantage of the opportunity laid before him. But this man? His intent to bite her had been unmistakable, and he’d stopped because he…cared for her? She didn’t understand.
His hand slipped from her face, dropped to his side, and he staggered back, moving as if through a dream. He still watched her, but he swayed, that intense focus suddenly gone. The man crumpled to the floor with a heavy thud.
Dragging in a long, shaky breath, she blinked away tears she’d been staring through. A few more deep breaths, and she allowed herself to really look at him. He lay on his side, knees slightly curled, motionless. Something was wrong with him. People didn’t just fall over.
Gripping the railing, which had swiftly become her personal anchor, she pointed her foot and gingerly nudged his arm. When he didn’t move, she put more force behind the kick. Cleopatra jumped as his hand fell away from his ribs, thumping onto the floor. Blood coated his fingers.
He was bleeding? She’d missed the injury completely. The saturated, glistening spot had been hidden under his hand and camouflaged by his black button-up shirt. He’d been so close and she hadn’t… She glanced down at herself. Blood streaked across her pale blue gown, more evidence of his severe injury.
The elevator doors slid open. Oh God, if someone were to see them together in this state, what would they think? What would happen to her, or to him? Her heart hammered, panic flooding through her as she peeked out into the main corridor of Sterling.
The white, gold-trimmed corridor stretched on, empty. The elevator doors slid shut, and there it would stay, unless called. She might not have much time. Peering down at the unconscious man, she tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.
She’d mistaken his intent. He’d needed sustenance badly, and now he bled out, dying at her feet. Because of who she was, he refused to harm her, to take from her. How did he have the willpower to block his instincts from taking over, to stop from feeding?
Whoever he was, she had to save him. She dropped to her knees and pushed away any lingering fear under her newfound resolve. Tugging his shirt from his dark jeans, she searched for the injury. In the midst of his blood-slicked skin, the wound gaped open between his ribs. It looked like he’d been slashed, the nasty gash a result of being on the wrong end of a knife. Just a guess. She had no experience with this sort of villainy.
Her hand flew to her mouth. The murderer running loose in Galbraith used a knife. Could this man be yet another victim?
“Can you hear me? What happened to you? Who did this?” She awkwardly patted his whiskered cheek. His eyes fluttered open, then shut again.
“Balinese is safe.” His voice trembled, his words slurred without support from his shallow breath. “Paris. Demons.”
Cleopatra’s fingers fumbled as she pulled away his shirt collar. Several teeth-like gouges in his shredded skin oozed blood near his collarbone. Demons. They’d almost made a meal of him, and he was a bloody mess, but the real danger came from that knife wound. It looked deep, and if he’d been damaged internally and lost too much blood, he might not survive.
He needed blood now. She bit her wrist and pressed it against his mouth. His lips didn’t part, and his body refused to respond. A rivulet of blood slid down his cheek. He’d die if she didn’t fight for him.

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About the Author:

Jen Colly is the rare case of an author who rebelled against reading assignments throughout her school years. Now she prefers reading books in a series, which has led her to writing her first paranormal romance series: The Cities Below. She will write about anything that catches her fancy, though truth be told, her weaknesses are pirates and vampires.

She lives in Ohio with her supportive husband, two kids, one big fluffy dog, and four rescued cats.

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