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Purgatory Reign by LM Preston – Book Tour + #Giveaway

31/03/17

 

 

PURGATORY REIGN

Purgatory Reign
Book One
LM Preston
Genre: YA, Romance, Paranormal,
Adventure, Mystery
Publisher: Phenomenal One Press
Date of Publication:  02/16/2013
ISBN: 9780985025144
ASIN: B01N6ZTBNX
Number of pages: 307
Word Count:  79K
Cover Artist: Emma Michaels
Tagline: Something evil this way comes, unfortunately for it Peter Saints awaits.
Book Description:
Peter Saints’ life stinks. But things are about to get much worse. First, his parents are murdered in front of him. Then another victim dies in his arms. Visions plague Peter with warnings that something wants him for a sinister cause. It desires the one thing that Peter refuses to give, his blood.
Peter carries within him the one gift or curse that could unlock a secret to destroy the human race. On the run with Angel, a scruffy kid, Peter starts to unravel the mystery. It is the one treasure the heavens sought to hide from the world.
Unfortunately, when Peter finds the answer he hopes that will save the girl he loves, he opens the door to a great evil that happens to be salivating to meet him.
Purgatory Reign is Book 1 in the series including Deviant Storm, Fierce Tides and Kindle World novella Colliding Souls from Runes World.
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Excerpt
Purgatory Reign:
Peter took a
moment to catch his breath. “I left. I left the grounds. But something’s bad
has happened. Sh-she…Hanna died!” He coughed and his eyes watered. “Because of
me! My fault. It was my fault. You gotta help her! I always screw up. Always.
Please…”
Pastor Finn put
his hands on Peter’s shoulders and shook him. “Why’d you leave? I told you
never to leave here. You’ll put us all in danger. Yourself in danger. I didn’t
save your butt for you to screw this up, boy.” He yanked Peter by the shirt and
down the stairs. Then dragged him, practically running, all the way to the
cellar stairs where he pointed at the small door where Peter had escaped.
“Sixteen years old and you think you are man enough to make it out there?” he
grumbled. “This is where you got out?” He sighed. “You don’t understand.”
“It’s my fault!
Did you hear me? I killed someone! You gotta help her.” Peter jerked out of his
grasp and grabbed Pastor Finn’s shirt, facing off with him. For once in a long
while, he stared down the man eye to eye. He straightened up to his full
height. The older man’s gray crew cut and piercing blue eyes were filled with
fear. Peter’s hand loosened in shock that it was the first time he remembered
that Pastor Finn looked afraid.

 

“I can’t help
the dead.” He pushed Peter’s hands away from him. “But I have to help you. Come
with me.” Peter watched him, confused. His teeth clenched at Pastor Finn’s
betrayal. “I thought you were different. I have to go back. Bury her, like she
deserves.” Peter stumbled backwards.
 

DEVIANT STORM

Purgatory Reign
Book Two
LM Preston
Genre: YA, Romance, Paranormal,
Adventure, Mystery
Publisher: Phenomenal One Press
Date of Publication:  02/16/2013
ISBN: 9780996919500
ASIN: B016NU9CWC
Number of pages: 252
Word Count:  68K
Formats available: ebook
Cover Artist: Emma Michaels
Tagline: Something evil this way comes, unfortunately for it Peter Saints awaits.
Book Description:
The battle is on. Peter Saints thought he’d killed It. But bad people never stay down. Now the jail of his enemy is weakening. Luck is running out for Peter and the girl he saved by wagering the Earth. Only now, with each second and secret revealed, his enemy gains the answers to destroy Peter and devour the world.
Expect FIERCE TIDES (Book 3 of 3) in Dec. 2017 and COLLIDING SOULS (Character Spin off: April 2017)
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Excerpt Deviant Storm:
He screwed up.
So bad, he didn’t think he could fix it. Peter tossed the ball against the wall
once more as he drowned out Kyle’s words. He never admitted everything that had
happened to him in the Stronghold to Kyle. Didn’t think he could. One thing for
sure, time was up. Peter was through waiting to be told what to do by the
Elders of at this dump who seemed to have their own agendas. Dealing with the
nightmares of what he’d done – possibly killing a man by pulling something
beyond evil out of him, plagued Peter every night. Those times when he wasn’t
careful, it pressed his thoughts, even when awake.

 

“We’ll go get
her.” Peter’s dark brown eyes landed on Kyle’s questioning blue ones.
 
About the Author:
LM. Preston was born and raised in Washington, DC. An avid reader, she loved to create poetry and short-stories as a young girl. With a thirst for knowledge she attended college at Bowie State University, and worked in the IT field as a Techie and Educator for over sixteen years. She started writing science fiction under the encouragement of her husband who was a Sci-Fi buff and her four kids. They inspired the beginning of her obsessive desire to write and create stories of young people who overcome unbelievable odds. She loves to write while on the porch watching her kids play or when she is traveling, which is another passion that encouraged her writing.
 

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The Light and Shadow Chronicles by D.M. Cain – Release Tour + #Giveaway

30/03/17

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The Shield of Soren
The Light and Shadow Chronicles Book 2
by D.M. Cain
Genre: Epic Fantasy
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Ten-year-old Soren Nitaya’s marked talent makes him the youngest soldier ever to
become an apprentice to the legendary warrior, Raven Lennox. As a
prince of Alcherys, he will be expected to fight in the eternal war
against the Brotherhood of Shadow when he reaches sixteen.
But is the young prince up to the task when he’s more interested in
causing mischief than in mastering weapons?
When one of Soren’s adventures goes off course, he unwittingly unleashes
a deadly threat. It appears that an age-old prophecy is finally
coming to pass, and Soren and his family must take a perilous journey
deep into their enemy’s land. Does Soren have what it takes to save
his country before the Brotherhood destroys everyone and everything
he loves?
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The Light and Shadow Chronicles Book 1
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In a world ravaged by war, the paths of two warriors are about to cross
with world-changing consequences.
Chaos is a soldier of The Children of the Light, and fights in the name of
destiny, honor and glory. Arrogant and headstrong, he believes he is
the strongest warrior in the land, until a fateful coincidence puts
him at the mercy of the demon Anathema.
The two strike up an intense rivalry, but their obsession to destroy one
another only leads them closer together. When the forces of Light and
Dark collide, where will their loyalties lie?
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Publishing
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which can be read in any order. The first of these to be written was
A Chronicle of Chaos.
The Shield of Soren will be released in March 2017. She is currently working on the next
novel in the Light and Shadow Chronicles series,
The Sins of Silas,
as well as two complementary novellas entitled
Genesis of Light and Origin of Shadow.
Cain has released one stand-alone novel: The Phoenix Project,
a psychological thriller set in a dystopian future. The Phoenix
Project was the winner of the 2016 Kindle Book Review Best Sci-Fi
novel Award.
D.M. Cain is also a member of the International Thriller Writers and one
of the creators and administrators of the online author group
#Awethors. Her short story
The End was published in Awethology
Dark
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with her husband and young son, and spends her time reading, writing
and reviewing books, playing RPGs and listening to symphonic metal.
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Loved By A Killer by by C.F. Rabbiosi – Book Tour + #Giveaway

29/03/17

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Loved By A Killer Series Book 1
by C.F. Rabbiosi
Genre: A Sexy Paranormal Thriller
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Raina loved performing upon the London stage, but one night she found
herself dancing for only
HIM.
She froze, and looked to the balcony where the gaslights flickered
dimly over his shadowy form. If only she had known that this
beautiful monster would soon rip her away from everything in the
world
SHE EVER LOVED, perhaps she wouldn’t have lingered so long.
Marcus loved being a blood thirsty predator, but one night his gallivanting
brought him to his knees in front of
HER.
If only he’d known what would happen when she danced, that she
would remind him of someone who was everything in the world
HE
EVER LOVED
, perhaps he would’ve turned away.
As he drags her deeper and deeper into his depraved world of torture and
violence, she begins fighting with her own darkness that threatens to
consume her every day. And oh, how it begs to be released. And though
she knows it’s wrong, she desires her captor anyway.
Until she begins falling for someone else…
Meanwhile, prostitutes are being butchered in the streets and she begins to
wonder: Is her dark lover, the one she is bound to, The Ripper?
With an accurate account of the creepy gaslit times of London and real
Jack the Ripper crime scenes, Loved By A Killer is an exciting read
from start to finish.
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“Hot damn! are you serious?” I’m in love. I’m seriously entranced.”
-Nicole Horn
“As soon as I got to page 3, I was like well, I know what I’m doing the
rest of the night. I loved all the real serial killers and horror,
mixed with a hot romance.” -Holly Byers
“I know I have things to do but this story is so good and I’m riveted.
So intense.” – E. B. Black
“I absolutely loved it and couldn’t put it down.” -Sherry Aue
Beautifully written, and the story flows, gripping you from the moment you meet
Lord Marcus Loxley in that first chapter. I love the intricate
historical aspects of the book, the underlying Jack the Ripper story,
and the uniqueness of Ms. Rabbiosi’s vampires. I absolutely enjoyed
each second of this book and can’t wait to read more from this
author.
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I feel like I could write a book on this book. I was instantly
captivated from the very first chapter and it didn’t let me go until
the last page. I absolutely loved this story. Lord Marcus Loxley is a
very complex character that seemed so “human” (pardon the
expression considering he’s a vampire), that I felt like I was
experiencing everything as he was. This book had so many different
facets to it. Historical London. Jack the Ripper as a back story.
Crime. Lust. Greed. Poverty. Death. Blood. It was the type of story
that you’re sad when it’s over because you’re forced to leave the
world you were just completely immersed in. Rabbiosi does a fantastic
job with the historical elements and I cannot wait to read more by
this very talented author!
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out that the events regarding the historical murders were accurate.
The twists and turns of the plot are easy to follow, but not easy to
predict. I’m plenty excited for the next book to come out to see what
happens next!
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three girls. She holds degrees in Science and Registered Nursing, but
found her true passion in writing.
Her stories are inspired by Interview with the Vampire, The Last Vampire,
Buffy and True Blood and finds herself on most days living and
writing in her own fantasy world- when she’s not chasing after her
kids.
Member of Writers Digest, Writers Café, and Word Press.
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Age Six Racer by Joe Vercillo – Book Tour + #Giveaway

29/03/17

 

 

AGE SIX RACER
Joe Vercillo
Genre: Adventure/Coming of Age
Publisher: Wild Thorn Publishing

Date of Publication: 03/25/2017


ISBN: 9781520784137

ASIN: B06XFMNQNG


Number of pages: 150

Word Count: 36 000


Book Description:


Now, I’m not sure if it’s like this for every guy out there, but it seems like the main underlying reason for everything I do is because of a girl. It was ‘the girl’ who made me run away from my hometown. And it was ‘the girl’ who almost got me killed. But it was also because of ‘the girl’ that I ended up in New York City with my three best friends on a mad adventure.


My name is Princeton, and I’m a white-footed mouse.

Excerpt
AGE SIX RACER
CHAPTER
ONE
The End
I
had a little scare this morning. There I was, lying facedown on the garage
floor of 18 Westwinds Boulevard in Princeton, New Jersey. I was only a few feet
away from my home, actually—a little woodpile in the front corner.
I
felt the bristle of the broom gently pushing then rolling me into the plastic
dustpan. Next thing I knew, I was in a shallow grave in the cedar mulch under
the damn maple tree out front.
After
a heartbreak, I always like to fantasize about having an untimely death and
going out in a blaze of glory with the girl who broke my heart bawling her eyes
out and wondering how she’s ever gonna live without me. But as great as this
death fantasy is, I’ve never really
wanted to die.
Now,
don’t think that this is some sort of Romeo
and Juliet
story or anything like that because it’s not. Even if it were,
you should never feel bad when a mouse dies. Our life spans are only about a
year in the wild, but to give you some perspective, one day for a mouse feels
pretty much like a human year. So most of us live good long lives even if they
seem short to people.
So
yeah, my name is Princeton, and I’m a mouse—a white-footed mouse, to tell you
the truth. We’re often confused with our rival cousin, the deer mouse. Our
coloring is similar to that of a deer—reddish brown on top with white bellies.
The only difference between deer mice and us is our white feet.
By
the way, Princeton is just my nickname. I don’t wanna tell you my real name
because it’s kind of embarrassing. The nickname Princeton actually started as a
razz. My friends acted as if I had suddenly turned into a douche when I moved
to the town that was home to the prestigious
Princeton University. Sure, it’s full of professors and some of the world’s
brightest young minds, but the attitudes here are exactly the same as in any
other town I’ve ever been to. An outsider with an inferiority complex about
Princeton should see how most of the humans dress here. It’s all sweatpants and
hoodies, I swear to God.
Anyway,
the nickname Princeton just stuck, and to tell you the truth, it’s grown on me.
Nicknames can make or break you. I once knew a guy who was nicknamed The Dove.
Some friends and I had shown up at a grain-silo party, and there was this field
mouse named Miles sitting way up in the rafters, eating all by himself. My
friend Tyler said, “Hey, check it out—the lonesome dove.” Everyone laughed, and
from that day on, Miles was known as The Dove. Imagine getting stuck with that nickname for life. Doves are the
worst. Trust me.
And
Princeton isn’t the first nickname I’ve ever had. I’ve been called other things
too. This one time, I had to hide out in a hamster cage for a night to evade a
barn cat, and my friend Charlotte started calling me Hamster Boy. Another time,
she started calling me Junior after I had a close call with a vacuum cleaner.
Why Junior? Well, when she was a kid, she had this pet potato bug named Junior
that got sucked up by a vacuum cleaner. She has a sick sense of humor like
that.
Anyway,
I moved to Princeton a couple weeks ago from Port Elgin, Ontario. To be
completely honest, the move was a result of two things, which I’ll tell you
about in a minute.
Back
in Port Elgin, I lived in this little woodpile in the backyard of a big old
two-story century home. It was a great setup. The humans who lived there were
the Sanagans. I actually got to know them pretty well—not personally,
obviously, but you know what I mean. I found a hole in the foundation
underneath their deck that led into the wall right behind the kitchen stove. I
could sneakster my way in and out of there pretty easily.
There
was never a shortage of food in that house, with old half-eaten boxes of cereal
lined up along the back wall of the pantry. And it was all of the good stuff
too—Honey Nut Cheerios, Lucky Charms, Corn Pops, you name it. The Sanagans were
cereal fiends.
The
family was also addicted to watching movies, which was how I became such a
movie buff. I used to do marathons with them, watching from under the couch.
My
taste in music was also shaped in that house. The one son, J.P., would blast
his tunage while taking showers. I’d always make a point of being in the
bathroom wall near the return air vent in the mornings so I could rock out and
jump around to songs like “Blue Orchid” by the White Stripes, “Sober” by
Blink-182, or “Breed” by Nirvana. J.P. would be dancing and singing along too,
so those days were a lot of fun.
I
swear, that place would have been like the damn Elysian Fields if it weren’t
for a few of its nonhuman inhabitants: Indy—a silver tabby cat, Rascal—a big
fat calico cat, and Frankie—a little wiener dog. The fat cat wasn’t much to
worry about. She would just lie around all day stretched out on the floor like
Jabba the Hutt. And she had this permanent sore on her back that kind of looked
like a slice of pepperoni. It was strange. I was never sure if I wanted to puke
or lick it. Frankie wasn’t usually a threat, either. That guy was anything but stealth. I could hear him coming
from a hundred miles away with his heavy footsteps and jangly metal collar, not
to mention his incessant yelping, whimpering, and whining. Nope, it was only
Indy who put the fear of God into me.
Indy
was an infamous mouser—a mass
murderer—who haunted the dreams of small rodents all across the land. There
were rumors in the neighborhood that she had over three thousand kills dating
back to the early 2000s. Mice, chipmunks, and rabbits were her favorite
targets. During the warmer months, a killing a day was the norm. It wasn’t
uncommon to come across chipmunks or mice who had been chopped clean in half
and left on the front porch or back step like some sort of sick taunt or
medieval warning—a message to us all to watch our asses. Other times, you’d just see the entrails or dry blood spots of
some other poor departed soul.
The
point is, Indy was a professional assassin, and our crossing of paths was the
push I needed to get out of town.
So
there I was, out on a movie date with this girl named Jules. She was this
beautiful field mouse I had gone out with a couple times. She was more of a
rebound, to tell you the truth. I was really only seeing her to try to get my
mind off of a recent heartbreak. I was very attracted to her, but we didn’t
have much in common. Deep down, we both probably knew it would never work out.
Anyway,
we’d just finished watching the movie—the Sanagans had put on the fourth Harry Potter—and were on our way back
through the pantry and into the kitchen. I told her to wait the usual ten
seconds to make sure the coast was clear before heading to the exit behind the
stove. But Jules—being the naive little field mouse she was—decided to just
stroll on out there like a moron. Well, guess who came flying around the
corner, barking his head off just as she was walking out? Yup, you guessed
it—Frankie, the wiener dog.
I
took off like a shot, running straight under the kitchen table and around the
corner of the island. My diversion worked as Frankie was right on my ass. That
meant that Jules was in the clear and had a safe path to the stove.
There
were small cubbies where I could wait out danger in most parts of the Sanagans’
house. But unfortunately, I was chased into the only area that didn’t have a
hiding place—the dreaded dining room.
“THERE’S
A MOUSE!” a human voice yelled out from somewhere behind me. Frankie was still
hot on my heels at that point.
Damn.
It was one thing for the pets to know you were in their house, but when a human
found out that they had a mouse problem, it was pretty much game over. All of
your routes and hiding places became compromised—holes got filled by foam
insulation; poison-bait stations popped up on every corner of the foundation;
snap traps, electric zapper traps, and glue boards got set up at your favorite
hangouts. It was a real pain in the ass. If you were lucky enough to make it
out alive after being spotted, you’d cut your losses and move on to the next
house.
All
I could do at that point was beeline it for the junk-cluttered section in the
back corner of the room. When I made it there, I squirmed my way in deep and
hunkered down to catch my breath.
With
all of the barking and yelling, it was hard to concentrate, but this would be
the best time to escape—during the pandemonium. I shimmied past a bookshelf and
then crawled under the liquor cabinet and stopped for a minute at the back
corner. I had to try to figure out where exactly my pursuers were positioned.
Frankie
was still barking like a bastard back near the junk pile where I was hiding. I
didn’t have eyes on him, but he was over there for sure. Mrs. Sanagan was in
the same area. I could see her feet and hear her trying to calm Frankie down.
She must have been the one who spotted me on my run over here. I could hear Mr.
Sanagan yelling from either the kitchen or the family room. He wasn’t a very
mobile fellow, so I assumed he would be supervising the mouse hunt from afar.
From
what I could tell, I only needed to elude the three of them.
If
I stayed under the liquor cabinet it’d be game over, Frankie would be moving in
to sniff me out at any second. So I did what I had to—I made a run for it.
Did
you ever have that feeling as a kid, when the shortcut to get home required you
to go through a really dark section of a scary forest or alley, and you’d run
through it as fast as you possibly could hoping to God that nothing would
snatch you up? Well, that’s pretty much what it feels like to be a mouse making
a mad dash.
After
scurrying through the dining room doorway into the kitchen, I rounded the
corner of the island and saw the stove. My heart leapt for joy—home stretch!
But just as I cleared the island, I looked over to my left, and what I saw made
my stomach drop. It was Indy, the mass-murdering killer cat. She was sitting
there on her haunches, no more than a foot away, staring at me with her
squinted green eyes. I instinctively jumped sideways and skidded away from her.
“THERE
IT IS! GET IT, INDY!” shouted Mr. Sanagan.
But
as God is my witness—and I’ll never know the real reason why—Indy let me run
right by her. She didn’t move an inch. She just sat there with a carefree smirk
on her face, like she was only there to watch the show. I’ll never forget that
act of mercy she displayed for me that day. Ever.

 

Just
a few weeks ago, though, I heard some sobs coming from outside of my woodpile
in the garage in New Jersey. It was J.P. He had just gotten word that Indy had
passed away in her sleep back home in Port Elgin. I know I should have been
rejoicing with the rest of the woodland creatures that she’d haunted and
terrorized all of those years, but I ended up saying a little prayer for her
that night. Just out of respect for letting me go that day, ya know?
 

About the Author:


Professional ice-hockey goaltender and Canadian singer-songwriter, Joe Vercillo, stumbled upon the love of his life, journeyed down to Princeton, New Jersey, and found a dead mouse in a garage.


The rest is history.



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https://www.facebook.com/joevercilloauthor/Amazon: 

https://www.amazon.com/Joe-Vercillo/e/B06XGP2K74/ 

 

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Runes by Ednah Walters – Book Tour + #Giveaway

28/03/17

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Runes Series Book 1
by Ednah Walters
Genre: YA Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
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Seventeen-year-old Raine Cooper has enough on her plate dealing with her father’s
disappearance, her mother’s erratic behavior and the possibility of
her boyfriend relocating. The last thing she needs is Torin St.
James—a mysterious new neighbor with a wicked smile and uncanny way
of reading her.
Raine is drawn to Torin’s dark sexiness against her better judgment,
until he saves her life with weird marks and she realizes he is
different. But by healing her, Torin changes something inside Raine.
Now she can’t stop thinking about him. Half the time, she’s not
sure whether to fall into his arms or run.
Scared, she sets out to find out what Torin is. But the closer she gets to
the truth the more she uncovers something sinister about him. What
Torin is goes back to an ancient mythology and Raine is somehow part
of it. Not only is she and her friends in danger, she must choose a
side, but the wrong choice will cost Raine her life.
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USA Today Bestselling Author Ednah Walters is a multi-published author of
four different series–her Norse-mythology-based bestselling YA
Paranormal romance series, RUNES(YA-Paranormal Romance) and Nephilim
THE GUARDIAN LEGACY-(YA fantasy romance).
She also writes contemporary romance under E. B. Walters. The Fitzgerald
Family series started with SLOW BURN. There are six books in this
series. Her new USA Today bestselling series, INFINITUS BILLIONAIRES.
Impulse (book 1) was published in January 2015. Indulge (Aug 4th).
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Legacy Lost by Jillian David – Book Tour

28/03/17

 

Legacy Lost
Hell’s Valley Series
Book Two
Jillian David
Genre: paranormal romance/western romance
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Date of Publication: 3/27/17
ISBN: 1507202326
ASIN: B06W2JZXSC
Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 66,700
Tagline: The melding of the contemporary western with paranormal elements—think Big Valley meets Alphas—makes for a compelling, fresh mix for Jillian David’s sophomore series.
Book Description:
Growing up as an honorary Taggart, Eric Patterson found the family he’d always wanted. Almost. He couldn’t ever manage to see the clan’s youngest and only daughter, stubborn spitfire Shelby, quite like a little sister. Suddenly, his long-suppressed feelings are determined to come to light.
Too bad Shelby’s cursed. Her double whammy psychic powers to read emotions and locate anyone anywhere have always made relationships impossible—and now they’ve begun to endanger her life. If she uses her echolocation skills again, it just might kill her.
But when a malevolent supernatural force invades the valley, threatening the Taggarts and their neighbors, the Brands, Eric and Shelby must contend with both their blossoming feelings and the increasing danger. Does Shelby dare risk using her powers one more time, sacrificing her own life to save Eric?
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Excerpt:
Wait until Eric
found out she could read anyone’s emotions.
Not that she’d
ever tell him.
It was bad
enough he knew about her homing beacon skills.
A wave of
something else wafted over her filters. Warm, smoky caramel. The scent of Eric’s
concern and worry about her.
Great.
His light brown
brows drew together. “So, how’s your breathing? Really?” By the way he asked,
he damn well knew the answer.
“Fine.”
“Want to try
that answer again?” The curve of his sensual mouth pressed into a hard line as
he studied her. Did he seriously move into a wide alpha-dude stance? Not that
she was affected by him. No way. Her disgust stemmed from the fact that hard
muscled, denim-clad legs like those should be illegal to display without a
license.
“Sure.” She
suppressed a betraying wheeze. “How about it’s none of your business and let’s
get back to work?”
He barked what
passed for a laugh and moved not one inch. “You bet it’s my business.” He
extended a work-roughened hand toward her then dropped it. “I can’t believe
you’re on call for Search and Rescue in this condition.”
“In this
condition?” Virtual heat steamed from the top of her head. “Now you’re checking
on my condition?”
“I’m an EMT,
same as you. Someone should assess how you’re doing since you refused medical
treatment after the fire.”
“Don’t need to
assess anything. I’m fine.”
He rolled a
gloved hand into a fist and propped it on a central beam, leaning like he
wanted to shove down the entire structure. “Damn it, Shel, you’re going to get
yourself killed if you don’t take care of yourself. I’m one of the team leaders
on Search and Rescue. And I will pull you from a mission if you’re not
healthy.”
Irritation
crackled along her nerves. No way could she give in to the undertone of concern
in his voice. “That would be the last thing on earth that you did, getting in
my way of doing my job.”
His mouth barely
moved. “If it’s a medical call, I’ll do it.”
“This
conversation was getting too serious too quickly. And she couldn’t detect a
rock bottom for this uncomfortable chat. “So now you’re a medical expert?”
“As close as
we’re going to get right now.”
Spin the topic,
damn it. Change the subject. Now. “No way, dude. You’re not evaluating my
medical condition. Because then I’d have to make you wear the stupid nurse
costume and call you ‘ma’am.’”
He paused then
shook his head. With a glint in his dark blue eyes, he shot her a broad grin
that made her heart flop. “How about I wear the hat?”
“Well . . . ”
“And nothing
else.”
Today’s verbal
judo wasn’t working like it normally did. Her cheeks warmed up at the thought
of an exam by Eric. With him wearing only a nurse’s cap. That image cast her
childhood friend in a whole new and uncomfortable light. She broke eye contact.
Nope. Nothing would ever happen beyond friendship, and life was better for both
of them that way.
Because, with
her crappy gift to detect emotion, Shelby’s problem wasn’t intimacy, it was the
aftermath, the judgment, the inevitable disapproval, the garbage and static that
came along with even the nicest thoughts. Way too much closeness.
She and Eric
were friends. That’s the way it had been for years, and that’s how it would be
for years to come. Period.

 

“Fine, Nurse
Patterson.” She sniffed. “But I get to decide how to use the stethoscope and
blood pressure cuff.”
 
About the Author:
Jillian David lives near the end of the Earth with her nut of a husband and two bossy cats. To escape the sometimes-stressful world of the rural physician, she writes while on call and in her free time. She enjoys taking realistic settings and adding a twist of “what if.” Running or hiking on local trails often promotes plot development.
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Mark of Destiny by Azrael James – Book Tour + #Giveaway

28/03/17

 

 


Mark of Destiny
Azrael James
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Publisher: Branch Publishing
Date of Publication: 03/02/2017
ISBN: 1544070276
ISBN-13: 978-1544070278
ASIN: B06XDSHCSS
Number of pages: 403
Word Count: 82,331
Cover Artist: T.K. Chapin
Book Description:
Her destiny will change the world forever.
Belstrom—an ancient and mystical land where the Curo Wizards rule and life is cheap.
Tizrah—a lowly armory brat who dreams of one day becoming a warrior but fate has other plans.
Korlin—a recent graduate of the High Wizard’s School of Curogath is tasked with an assignment to eradicate a lost magic system that threatens the very stability of Belstrom. Mark of Destiny weaves together the threads of a captivating fantasy adventure, while remaining epic in scope, and modern in its originality.
Excerpt:
HOLDING HER EYE
STEADY UPON the massive wolvike, Tizrah silently slid the longbow from her
back. The care with which she moved came naturally to her.
The way she
slipped unseen and stalked her prey might have even impressed the elite rangers
of Ravenwood Forest, had they been there to see. Alas, they were not, and
Tizrah was truly and utterly alone as she crept closer to the herd of colossal
beasts feasting merely ten yards away. Flies buzzed loudly, and the odor of
fresh blood hung thick in the air.
Tizrah’s heart
hammered against her chest. She tried to calm herself using the measured
breathing she’d been taught. It wasn’t helping. Sweat poured from her like
rain, rolling down her face in droplets that stung her eyes. When she drew as
close as she dared, she quietly climbed an ekenwood tree in hopes of finding a
better vantage point from which to view the pack.
Breathing a sigh
of relief now that she was off the ground, she waited. The branch Tizrah
straddled offered a measure of safety, as well as a clear shot, and she sent
out a prayer of thanks to Oshawa, who had given her the perfect perch from
which to bring down one of the legendary beasts.
This kill would
prove her worth before the men of New Hayden. It would change the direction of
her life, and that was what Tizrah desired with all her burning heart.
Desperation had
drawn her away from her home and directed her feet to the heart of the Labby
Forest. When she had caught sight of the wolvike, Tizrah knew that this was to
be her chance.
She had only
read about the beasts in her worn school books, and the penciled drawings paled
in comparison to the frightful creatures which stood less than a stone’s throw
away. Nearly seven feet tall, paws to shoulders, the wolvike were imposing to
look upon. Their fur resembled freshly fallen snow, and catching sight of the
wolvike’s sickle- like, razor sharp teeth, Tizrah was reminded of the fine
blades of the Knights of Eldor.
She knew from
her studies that one bite would be enough to bleed a full-grown man out in a
matter of minutes. Six—that’s how many of the beasts she counted. They grunted
and growled below her as they tore a spotted deer to pieces.
Now, for one to
stray from the pack.
Tizrah was
patient. She wouldn’t let her arrow fly until victory was assured.
Releasing a
long, controlled breath, she relaxed her muscles. Anticipating movement from
the pack, she raised the bow to eye level. The largest of the beasts, having
had its fill, began to traipse toward the nearby stream.
The moment had
arrived.
Drawing her
bowstring back with wiry arms, Tizrah followed the wolvike with her
steel-tipped arrow.
Stopping dead in
its tracks, the beast lifted its head.
Tizrah’s arrow
shot across the clearing, impaling the artery running down the side of the
beast’s neck. The wolvike toppled, its rapid blood loss dragging it down into
the sleep of death.
The rest of the
pack bolted, leaving their fallen alpha to Tizrah and her blade.
Dropping from
the branch, she took a steadying breath, then strode to the trophy. She would
need proof of her kill, as she wasn’t strong enough to drag the beast through
the forest. I’ll take its eyes, she thought, nearing with her blade poised.
The eyes of a
wolvike were unlike any other known mammal within the Four Kingdoms. Used to
make costly medicines for the virility of the wealthy, wolvike eyes were
extremely valuable. At the grisly sound of her knife cutting into the eye
socket, Tizrah blanched. Having completed the unsavory task, she rolled them in
an eken leaf and placed them in the leather pouch on the outer side of her main
pack for safe keeping.
Bending over the
prone form, Tizrah offered a whispered prayer. “Oshawa, Life- Giver, I pray
that this death will not go in vain. I pray that it might bring sustenance to
the beasts of the forest and afterward enrich the ground upon which it lies.”
Finishing her
heartfelt plea, Tizrah stood and took stock of the situation. Three days, the
time it would take her to reach home. The Warrior Trials were scheduled to take
place five days hence. Perhaps, with proof of her kill, she would be able to
convince Jax at the arena to add her name to the list. Dreams danced before her
mind’s eye. Picturing herself crowned victor at the completion of the Warrior
Trials set her feet in motion.
Tizrah wasn’t
worried about the competition. Her only worry was whether Jax would concede to
her request when she offered him the eyes. Years of working with her father in
the armory had honed her muscles into steel beneath her skin, and she had
hunted and trained in the fighting arts since she was small. Many thought her
dedication odd, preferring girls to keep to their traditional roles. Girls were
taught to cook, clean, and sew. They were also expected to birth offspring and
take care of the men. Tizrah viewed the societal limitations placed upon her
with hatred—not that it was wrong for others, but she wanted something more in
life than hiding behind a stove and raising brats for some man.
Shaking her head
to clear it of the endless stream of thought, she left the clearing and
reentered the forest. Ekenwood trees towered above the various shades of green
flora covering the forest floor. The chattering of wild poka birds echoed back
and forth beneath the canopy of branches. How had they ever been trained as
messenger birds?
While growing
up, she had seen them flying overhead often enough, and she had been curious to
know what important messages they might be carrying each time one passed over.
A single shaft
of amber light pierced through the tree barrier, distracting from her musings.
Tizrah entered the dazzling luminescence and reveled in its life-giving rays.
She loved the forest above all other places; in the depths of its silence and
solitude, she found peace.
Peace with her
mother’s death, for Tizrah had wanted her mother to live and had been unable to
save her. Disease rarely paid heed to the cries of children.
Peace with the
way her father had hidden his broken heart at the bottom of tumblers of ale
from the local tavern, instead of comforting his only child.
Tizrah even felt
peace in the fact that no matter the trophy she brought with her, her chances
of entering the Warrior Trials were slimmer than the dirty beggars who sat
pleading for crusts of bread on the outskirts of Silvermeere. If Jax changed
his mind, then she might be able to work her way up to fighting on the
battlefield of Echo Flats, or even serve a stint in the Fireblade Mountains,
where rumor had it the dragon still lived.
Pulling herself
from her musings, Tizrah continued onward. As much as she would have liked to
stay soaking up the rays of sunlight and marveling at the beauty of Oshawa’s
greatness, Tizrah knew that for her dreams to be realized, she must trudge
forward, allowing the old moment its death while a new moment was born.
After two days
of hiking, Tizrah reached the southwest corner of the Labby Forest. She was
almost home. Leaving the ancient ekenwood groves, she entered the forest’s area
of newer growth that was still recovering from being logged off before the dawn
of the Magi Wars.
When the wars
ended two centuries past, people had found that the ashenwood tree was far
superior in strength to all others. The newly founded Council of Nine had
issued a mandate for the loggers to focus their efforts on gathering the
stronger wood located in the ironwood and ashenwood forests that lined the
southern end of Belstrom. According to the history of New Hayden, Tizrah’s home
had once been a booming hub for logging, but the mandate had dropped its
population by half, and afterward, the town had assumed a much slower rate of
growth over the centuries.
Running lightly
down the dirt path toward home, Tizrah nearly bubbled over with excitement. She
imagined her father, Eldim, crafting an exquisite set of armor for her to wear
during the Warrior Trials. He would choose fine ossen metal, for it was
incredibly strong and lightweight and would reflect sunlight to the blinding of
one’s enemies.
Nearing the western
exit of the forest, Tizrah reached a stretch of the path that was open and
straight, set between two groves. Halfway across the stretch, she caught
movement in the sky. Diving down swiftly and alighting directly in her path was
a large, gray and white-speckled gryphon. The beautiful and fearsome creature
held Tizrah with its nerve-rattling gaze. Gryphons were considered the
messengers of Oshawa, and to see one so close was considered either a very good
omen or an ominous one.
What could
Oshawa’s creature want with her, a lowly armory brat? Nevertheless, she waited,
returning its gaze. She had nothing to fear; her heart was right before the
One-God.
Seconds passed
like centuries until Tizrah noticed a burning sensation sear her right arm. In
a flash of radiance, the landscape surrounding her disappeared as she lost
consciousness, falling to the ground like a crumpled doll.

 

The gryphon
watched over her as she slept.
 
 
About the Author:
AZRAEL JAMES fell in love with Tolkien at the age of twelve leading to a life-long love of fantasy fiction. Writing stories that capture the imagination, James invites readers into a world where magic rules and ordinary life is forgotten. When not spinning tales, James teaches guitar to underprivileged fairy folk. He believes music and love are what binds all life together.
 
Tour giveaway
Three lucky winners will win a signed copy of Mark of Destiny in paperback.
Drawing will be held on April 18th.

 

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