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Her Black Soul by A.J. Norris – Book Tour

19/04/17

 

Her Black Soul
The Dark Amulet Series
Book Three
A.J. Norris
Genre: PNR
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Date of Publication: April 11, 2017
Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Design
Tagline: Sometimes the fight for your soul is a battle you can’t win.
Book Description:
Netherworld…
Humans call it Hell. She calls it home…
Evita the Warrior has no memory of the life she led as an angel before her fall. The only place she knows is the fiery world full of goat-demons and animal-headed beasts. Despite many opportunities to flee, she chooses to remain. 
Virgil the Redeemer lost his mate centuries ago and has given up all hope of finding her…
Accepting that Evita will never return to him, Virgil eases his loneliness in the arms of different females, refusing to get attached, though his selfish ways leave a trail of heartbroken and angry lovers in his wake. During a night of drinking, Virgil hooks up with a demon in disguise and is captured by the Demon Ruler, Abaddon, and taken to Netherworld.
Trapped in Netherworld, Virgil faces an eternity of unendurable torment…
But it’s there Virgil finds his lost love. Overcome by joy at the reunion, he convinces her to leave Netherworld…only to discover the true reason Abaddon lured him to his realm.
Evita has a secret buried in her forgotten past…a secret the Demon Ruler could use to lay waste to the Earth…
Abaddon knows Evita hid an amulet on Earth before she fell—and he wants it back. To thwart him, Evita must recapture her memories of her life before her fall, and remember where she hid the amulet.
Can she unlock her past and beat the enemy to the prize in time to save the Earthly Realm from falling prey to Abaddon’s deadly plans?
Author Reading First Chapter: https://youtu.be/JJkkg4gqGkg

Excerpt:
Evie was more
beautiful than he remembered. They sat crouched together on the ground. A
smudge of dirt was streaked across her jawline and chin. Light from a torch far
above their heads shone down. Her eyelashes cast shadows on her high
cheekbones. Her black horns hadn’t diminished her looks. Partly because he
loved her and nothing could interfere with that, and also he knew they were
actually once golden wings. Even in the dimly lit cavern, he saw her blush. She
was a fierce Warrior class angel in combat, but somewhat demure. His mate
concealed the protrusions with her hands.
He tried his
best to smile. “Do not worry about those.”
“Ohhhh,” the
Damned soul garbled. Virgil helped Evie up and shielded her with his big body.
The soul inched his way toward the cavern’s entrance on his stomach with his
head facing up, leaving a bloody trail in his wake.
“Let’s get out
of here,” Virgil said, taking her hand. The cool metal cuff reminded him they
wouldn’t be getting far. Pools of molten rock lay on either side of the path
leading to the Void cavern. Leaving her side, he searched around for something
to chip the stone wall surrounding the anchors to free her chains.
On the far wall,
near the people chained for punishment, Virgil spotted a pointed iron rod.
Trying to break Aba’s chains was useless, but the walls weren’t under the
Ruler’s control. Virgil focused on the metal staff as he approached. The
chained Damned didn’t look as disgusting at a distance, although up close…oh
Deus. Intestines spilled out onto the floor, eyeballs hung from sockets, and
one was missing its lower jaw. Strike that. Not missing. On the ground in a
pool of bodily fluids…
Virgil covered
his mouth until he realized his own hand was coated in feces and coughed in
disgust. “Yuk.” He dreamed of a hot shower. Many hot showers. He grabbed the
rod and ran back to Evie and started chipping away at the wall.
“What are you
doing?” she questioned.
“Getting
us…out…of here,” he said between jabs. Stone chunks flew.
“But I don’t
want to go anywhere.”
His heart
constricted and died a little bit, except he didn’t stop chipping away. He
switched to the other side of the anchor. Pebbles and dust landed on the
ground.
“Stop…please,”
she begged.
“No. You’re
coming with me.”
“But I told you
I don’t want to.”
 The last bit of wall gave way and the anchor
clanked to the ground. They stared at each other for a moment. “You wanted me
to tell you how I knew your name, did you not?”
“Yeah, but—”
“That is the
deal.”
Evie narrowed
her eyes. “That wasn’t our deal.”
He splayed his
hands and shrugged. “It is now.”
“You can’t
change the rules.”
“Are you going
to come willingly or do I have to carry you out of here? Your choice, but I’m
warning you, I’m not leaving without you.”


About the Author:
A.J. Norris is a romantic suspense and dark paranormal romance author. She enjoys being able to get inside someone else’s head, even a fictional one, and see what they see. Watching how her characters deal with difficult situations or squirm with the uncomfortable ones makes the hard work of writing all worth it. However, writing and reading weren’t always in her foremost thoughts. In fact, her love affair with writing came as a shock to everyone she knows, including herself. At a young age, she rarely opened a book, unless forced to read something for school. But that’s all behind her now. She wrote her first book several years ago, which turned out to be a surprisingly cathartic process, and she hasn’t been able to stop writing since.
A.J. loves going to the movies, watching her son play baseball, and communing with other writers. She’s a member of two writer’s groups and RWA. She lives in southeastern Michigan with her family, who are extremely tolerant (at least most of the time) of all her late nights behind the computer.
Along with contributing to Magical Pages Book Blog & Reviews, she’s currently working on book two of her Tattoo Crimes Series.
Her romantic suspense novel, Tattoo Killer (Book 1 of the Tattoo Crimes series), was published by Limitless, LLC in October 2016. Her Black Wings, book one of The Dark Amulet Series, a paranormal romance, released in July 2016 and book two, Her Black Heart released August 23, 2016. The third book in her Dark Amulet series, Her Black Soul, comes out April 11, 2017.

 

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The Thief by Michele Hauf – Book Tour + #Giveaway

19/04/17

THE THIEF
by Michele Hauf
Pub Date: 4/11/2017
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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The Elite Crimes Unit works behind the scenes of Interpol—and employs
some of the world’s most talented criminal minds. Because as
everyone knows, it takes a thief to catch a thief—or to seduce one. . .
The old farmhouse in the French countryside is a refuge for former jewel
thief Josephine Deveraux. Admittedly, there aren’t many men in the
vicinity, but she has her cat to cuddle up with. It’s a far cry
from her former life, constantly running from the law, and she’s
enjoying her peace . . . until the intruder in the three-piece suit
tackles her. He wants her back in the game, helping with a heist—and
he’s not above making threats to get his way.
Little does Josephine know that notorious—and notoriously charming—thief,
Xavier Lambert, is after the very same 180-carat prize she’s being
blackmailed to steal. To his chagrin, he’s doing it not as a free
agent, but as a member of the Elite Crimes Unit—the team he was
forced to join when his brilliant career came to a sudden end. And
little does Xavier know that his comeback is about to include a
stranger’s kiss, a stinging slap, and a hunt for missing
treasure—along with the infuriatingly sexy woman who’s outfoxing him . . .
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Michele Hauf has been writing romance, action-adventure and fantasy stories for
over twenty years. Her first published novel was
Dark Rapture
(Zebra). France, musketeers, vampires and faeries populate her
stories. And if she followed the adage “write what you know,” all
her stories would have snow in them. Fortunately, she steps beyond
her comfort zone and writes about countries she has never visited and
of creatures she has never seen.
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The Sun God’s Heir by Elliot Baker – Book Blitz

19/04/17

The Sun God’s Heir: Return
The Sun God’s Heir
Book One
Elliott Baker        
Genre: Historical Fantasy/Action and Adventure
Publisher: Hypatia Press,
Piscataqua Press
Date of Publication: January 18, 2017
ISBN: 978-0-9978322-0-4
ASIN: B01MS3RCE0
Number of pages: 347
Word Count: 108,000
Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten

Tagline: To defeat a brutal pharaoh re-embodied in 17th century France, René Gilbert must fight his way through pirates and slavers to Morocco and reclaim the power of his own ancient past. To succeed, he must remember.



Book Description:

For three thousand years a hatred burns -In seventeenth century France two souls incarnate, one born the child of a prosperous merchant, the other, determined to continue a brutal incarnation begun long ago.
In ancient Egypt two brothers are disciples of the pharaoh, Akhenaten. When Pharaoh dies, the physician takes the knowledge given and goes to Greece to begin a new mystery school. The general makes a deal with the priests and becomes pharaoh. One remembers, one does not.
The year is 1671. René Gilbert’s destiny glints from the blade of a slashing rapier. The only way he can protect those he loves is to regain the power and knowledge of an ancient lifetime. From Bordeaux to Spain to Morocco, René is tested and with each turn of fate he gathers enemies and allies, slowly reclaiming the knowledge and power earned centuries ago. For three thousand years a secret sect has waited in Morocco. 
After ages in darkness, Horemheb screams, “I am.” Using every dark art, he manages to maintain the life of the body he has bartered for. Only one life force in the world is powerful enough to allow him to remain within embodiment, perhaps forever. Determined to continue a reign of terror that once made the Nile run red, he grows stronger with each life taken.
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Excerpt:

The boatswain, a
large man with scars on his arms and face, walked over to stand in front of
René. “Chain him to the mast.”
Their gazes met.
“Don’t look at
me, boy,” he said, backhanding René in the face. “Look down at the deck when I
talk to you. You’re some over-fed nobleman’s kid thinkin’ you make the rules.
I’m surprised you ain’t cryin’ for your mama. You got a mama, boy?” he asked
and laughed. When René didn’t answer, he hit him again. “I asked you a
question, boy. Don’t try my patience, cause I ain’t got none.”
“My mother died
when I was born,” René said, watching the man’s feet to see how he moved. He
was cataloging everything he could see out of the corners of his eyes.
“Well, not to
worry, you’ll be seeing her soon.” The boatswain turned to walk away and then
turned back and hit René again. “I had to do that,” he said, and walked away
laughing.
Though they had
chained him in a way that didn’t allow him to sit, René had enough slack to
turn and see most of the ship. He was aboard an English slave ship. She was an
older carrack in design, still with the large forecastle. She had seen better
days, though. The fact that she was still on the seas suggested either a
cutthroat reputation or an experienced captain. Under the wear, the ship was
surprisingly clean, her ropes and sails newly repaired and in good order.
Second rate though she might be, she was seaworthy. This was a veteran crew,
competent in their tasks. It wouldn’t be easy getting free, and even if he
could, where would he escape to in the middle of  the ocean? Don’t rush fate. One thing at a
time. Do what you can do, he heard the Maestro say. It was clear he would have
to pick a fight, and hope he could survive long enough to begin creating
allies. The next time the big boatswain walked by, René laughed.
“What are you
findin’ so funny, boy?” The boatswain stuck his face within inches of René’s.
René had noticed
the boatswain had one leg shorter than the other, and was certain the big man
would be touchy on that point. “You walk funny, that’s all,” said René, raising
his voice. It was of no use to him if he got beat up and no one knew why.
All work within
the sound of René’s voice crashed to a complete stop. Silence reigned. René had
guessed right. Now he could only hope he would survive his insight.
The boatswain
stood in absolute disbelief, his face turning redder by the moment. “What did
you say?” Spittle flew from his mouth.
Even the captain
had turned to watch. René counted on the fact Gaspard’s agent had given the
captain a great deal of money, along with explicit instructions that didn’t
include throwing a dead boy overboard. What he didn’t know was how close to
dead the agent considered acceptable.
“I said you walk
funny,” René said—louder this time, so there would be no mistaking it.
“Do you know
what a cat is, boy?” the boatswain said, clearly beyond rational thought. René
could see the veins standing out in his neck and temples, his eyes shot red
with blood.
“A small
animal?” René asked.
There was a
laugh from the men standing around the mast. The boatswain took one look
around, and the laugh died.
“You, James,
bring me the cat. I don’t think this boy has ever seen a real one. Your
education has been sadly incomplete, boy. You’ll be thankin’ me for this. I
promise you.” The boatswain’s voice was a rough whisper.
James walked
over and handed the Cat-O-Nine-Tails to the boatswain. As he caught René’s eye,
he sadly shook his head. The cat had nine long thongs of blood-encrusted
leather dangling from a handle, knots tied along the length of each thong.
“This here’s a
cat, boy. As you can see, it ain’t no small animal. Now, there’s a skill and a
talent to usin’ a cat, both of which I’m proud to say I have. You see, you need
to take care the thongs don’t get all stuck together with blood and skin, which
they’re wont to do. If that happens, the cat’ll take yer organs right out, and
that’s always a bad thing. So you need to run your fingers between the thongs
every couple of strokes, to keep ‘em separate. I gotta tell you—as much pride
as I take in usin’ the cat, sometimes I’m forgetful. I try to keep count, but
before I know it, I plumb forget to clean the damn thing. I surely hope that
don’t happen today.”
“I also have a
skill and a talent, and I will kill you with it,” René said quietly.

 

For one second, the boatswain paused, confusion written across his face. “Turn him around, and
chain him up. You there, strip off his shirt.”
About the Author:
Award winning novelist and international playwright Elliott Baker grew up in Jacksonville, Florida. With four musicals and one play published and produced in the United States, New Zealand, Portugal, England, and Canada, Elliott is pleased to release his first novels. The Sun God’s Heir: Return, book one of the trilogy, was released this past January, and book two, Rebirth will come out in April, followed in July by the third and final book of the series, Redemption. A member of the Authors Guild and the Dramatists Guild, Elliott lives in New Hampshire with his wife Sally Ann.