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Seraphina’s Initiation by Sheena Hutchinson – Release Day Blitz

20/02/17

 


Seraphina’s Initiation
Seraphina Series
Book Two
Sheena Hutchinson
Publication Date: 2/20/2017
Publisher: Sheena Hutchinson LLC
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Page count: 298
ASIN: B01N1ON9GY
Book Description:
Seraphina Cross is unexpectedly thrown into this crazy, spiritual world of Angels versus Demons.Never did she expect to meet Nate who was just a figment of her imagination. Now she finds herself moving in with him because of her innate responsibility to protect her loved ones from harm.
Finally beginning to feel at home in her new house and with her new relationship. Nate begins training Sera in all that she can do, surprising even himself at times. Just when she is starting to feel safe and powerful, Lucifer finds a new way to attack her at her most vulnerable.
When her dreams are no longer a gift, can Sera control the powers needed to defeat what’s coming before Lucifer fulfills his promise to her?
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About the Author:
Sheena is a born and raised New Yorker, even her writing can’t seem to hide her hard sarcasm. She claims destiny has lead her back to her true passion for writing. 
She constantly strives to be a positive role model and writes stories that empower and inspire. Sheena always roots for the underdog, believes in love at first sight, and that everyone should have their happily ever after.
While God is currently still writing her love story, she continues to put all her effort into her writing as she is constantly getting new inspiration.
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Poison my Pretty by Amity Allen – Release day Blitz

16/02/17

 

 
Poison My Pretty
Amity Allen
Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Date of Publication: February 16, 2017
ASIN: B01MYNTAE8
Word Count: 50,000
Cover Artist: Rachel Olson at No Sweat Graphics
Book Description:
As soon as Poppy Parker turns 21, the star of a popular TV show about witch detectives discovers she has supernatural powers off the set as well as on. When the show is canceled, she returns home to figure out how to harness the magic brewing inside her.
Freaked out by these recent paranormal gifts, Poppy just wants to fit in, so when she’s asked to serve as a judge for the annual Bloomin’ Belles youth beauty competition she readily agrees.
But when the pageant’s snooty director drops dead and Poppy’s friend is arrested,
the former TV sleuth sets out to uncover the real killer, only to find…
the business of beauty can be deadly.

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Excerpt:

Skylar’s twin
sister Mads called while I was driving to the convention center. “Are you
really going over there? I can’t believe they’re going to continue this
pageant.”
“So you heard
about the murder?”
“Yeah. Skylar
told me last night when she got home. It’s awful.”
“Yes, but you
know how it is. The show must go on! Surely you can’t be that surprised.” I was
only beginning to understand the importance of these competitions to their
participants, and I could picture pageant moms dragging their glitzed-up
toddlers over the dead bodies of fallen competitors. The way zombies climbed
over each other to get to the top of the pile in movies—only prettier.
“Are they sure
it was a murder? She didn’t just have a heart attack or something?” I could
hear the anxiety creeping into Mads’ voice, and I didn’t blame her. Our little
town was supposed to be safe. Murders didn’t happen here. That was the sort of
thing that happened in the city across the bridge, not in our sleepy little
bedroom community.

 

“That’s what
they said, Mads, but I don’t think you need to worry. If it was a murder, you
can bet it was personal. Certainly not the doin’s of a mad man or a serial
killer. If Heather Morgan was murdered, it was by somebody who knew her and had
something to gain from her death. This was no a random act of violence.”

About the Author:

Amity grew up reading every mystery she could get her hands on, burning through everything by Agatha Christie in record time and wanting to be Nancy Drew when she grew up. After writing books in other genres for the past few years, she’s finally come home to her true love – cozy mysteries.
Amity and her husband live in L.A. (lower Alabama) with a houseful of teenagers and a half dozen pets. Besides books, Amity’s favorite things are football, needlepoint, fried shrimp, and sweet tea.
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Chameleon by Zoe Kalo – Release Day Blitz

15/02/17

 

Chameleon
Zoe Kalo
Genre: YA Gothic/Multicultural
Date of Publication: February 15, 2017
Number of pages: 230
Word Count: 55,000
Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Designs
Book Description:
An isolated convent, a supernatural presence, a dark secret…
17-year-old Paloma only wanted to hold a séance to contact her dead father. She never thought she would be kicked out of school and end up in an isolated convent. Now, all she wants is to be left alone. But slowly, she develops a bond with a group of girls: kind-hearted Maria, insolent Silvy, pathological liar Adelita, and their charismatic leader Rubia.
When, yet again, Paloma holds a séance in the hope of contacting her father, she awakens an entity that has been dormant for years. And then, the body count begins. Someone doesn’t want the secret out…
Are the ghost and Paloma’s suspicions real—or only part of her growing paranoia and delusions?

Excerpt:

I cannot clearly say how I had
entered
the wood; I was so full of sleep
just at
the point where I abandoned the
true path.
–Dante Alighieri, Inferno 1.
11-12
Puerto Rico, 1973
Oak trees dripping with Spanish
moss embraced us from both sides, but not enough to shield us from the prison
that would be my home for the next seven months. The high stone walls and
neo-Gothic bell tower loomed over us as my stepfather drove his Mercedes
through the spiked iron gates and into the sloping, curving driveway.
A spider of dread crawled up my
back. Prison indeed.
I couldn’t believe it had come to
this. The way things had blown out of proportion. I’d only wanted to contact my
dead father. Ask his forgiveness.
            My
mother reached for my hand from the front seat without turning around to look
at me. I stared at her perfectly polished red nails and the glittery square cut
emerald on her ring finger. Her fingers flicked, silently pleading for my
attention, but I was frozen inside. Her hand retreated.
I stared at the convent, my eyes
studying the pointed arched windows, the worn, age-blackened stones. The place
looked haunted. Perfect for my state of mind. What was my mother thinking?
Something moved behind one of the
windows. A face. For an instant my pulse raced at the sheer paleness of it, at
the two dark holes that made up its eyes.
“What are you looking at?” Sara,
my six-year-old half sister, asked.
I pointed. “A girl.”
She followed my line of vision.
“Where?”
“There. High up. In the window.”
            She
dipped her head so she could have a better look. “I don’t see anything.”
            I
felt a shiver, but not from the cold. It’s white. It’s watching us.
            Then
the car moved too close to the building, and the face vanished from view. 
            “Is
this your new school, Paloma?” Sara asked.
            I
nodded. Sara was the child, female version of my stepfather. Her bottomless dark
eyes, framed by velvety lashes, stared at me with misery. “I don’t like it,”
she whispered, grabbing my hand.
            “It’ll
be okay,” I whispered back, and gave her hand a little squeeze.
            “You
promise?”
            “I
promise.”
            “Well,
here we are,” Domenico said in his strong Castilian accent, stopping the car in
front of the entrance. He climbed out and opened the door for my mother. Then
he proceeded to take out my suitcases from the trunk.
            My
mother was silent. She stepped out like a wooden mannequin, her eyes shimmery
with unshed tears.
            I
climbed out, followed by Sara, the gravel crunching under our shoes. The early
morning air was cool and a blanket of mist still lingered—not surprising, since
the convent was on the outskirts of El Yunque, the island’s rain forest. More
Spanish moss hung from the oak trees and rippled in the breeze like long,
shivering memories. I could smell the dew on the leaves and the rich perfume of
moist earth, redolent of open graves.
            I
glanced at the ominous clouds. “Beautiful morning.”
An ongoing distant hum resonated
all around us. One, two beats passed, before it struck me: Waterfall.
Something within me shut down—or
exploded, I couldn’t be sure.
I shut my eyes for a second,
wiping out memories of chilled water searing my lungs.
            I
repeated the eighth multiplication table in my head. This always helped.
“After you,” Domenico said,
interrupting my thoughts. 
I wanted to loathe him. Tried to,
anyway. I could see what my mother saw in him: a powerfully charismatic,
handsome man with the infinite skill to make people do his bidding. My mother,
with her small delicate features and petite frame, looked invisible beside him.
A mere spectre. But that was just a façade. I knew better.
            The
big oak door opened and a nun clad in black habit and a wimple came down the
steps to greet us.
            Sara
wrapped her arms around my waist. Her gesture both comforted me and heightened
my anxiety. Nuns in habit made me think of great black birds. 
            “Bienvenidos,”
the nun said. Like my stepfather, she also had a Castilian accent. “I’m Madre
Estela and I’m second in charge to Madre Superiora. You must be Señor and
Señora de Aznar.”
            They
exchanged small talk. Madre Estela sounded polite enough, but she didn’t offer
to shake hands with my parents, which I found strange. Maybe nuns weren’t
allowed to shake hands. I wouldn’t be surprised. I noticed the wedding band on
her ring finger. Married to God. Absurd.
            “You
must be Paloma,” she said tonelessly. 
            “Yes,”
I said. Wasn’t it obvious? I didn’t know what else to say.
            The
cross on her chest caught my attention. It had a crucified Christ on it and I
noticed the thorns cutting Christ’s forehead, the little drops of blood
glistening on His fragile body.
            “Welcome
to our school, Paloma.” Her critical gaze scrutinized my makeup, my tight
jeans. “I’ve heard much about you.”
I didn’t miss the hint of cold
disapproval in her voice. I wasn’t sure how much my parents had complained
about my behavior, but considering I had been kicked out—well, actually, kindly
asked to leave—from my previous school in the middle of October, it couldn’t be
good.
            “Are
you ready to resume your senior year of high school?” Stress on resume.
            “I
can’t wait,” I said. There was no point in being nice—or pretending to be. That
just wasn’t me. I felt miserable and couldn’t hide it. Besides, I could tell
from our short exchange that she’d made up her mind not to like me long before
meeting me, and I had the sinking feeling that no matter what I said or did,
her opinion wouldn’t change. I had already been stamped in her Inquisition
book, tagged a criminal. 
            Madre
Estela’s stony eyes moved to Sara. My little sister’s arms clutched my waist
even tighter. From the nun’s expression, I could tell she was wondering if I
had infected Sara with whatever plague ailed me. She dismissed us and turned
back to my mother and stepfather. “Madre Superiora is expecting you in her
office.  Let’s not keep her waiting.
Don’t concern yourselves with the suitcases. Someone will come for them
shortly.”
            They
thanked her and followed her up the steps.
            “I
don’t want to go in,” Sara said.
“It’ll be okay,” I said. I
glanced at the window. I wanted to see the pale face again. But there was
nothing.
            A
drop of rain hit my cheek and I wiped it off. Then I held Sara’s hand and
together we walked up the steps and through the arched doorway.
I felt my throat closing up.
            Seven
months.
Seven months wasn’t that long,
was it? Besides, Thanksgiving break was just around the corner. Six weeks, to
be exact. I had already marked my calendar. I couldn’t wait. I would go through
the motions, no need to make friends that I’d never see again. When you get
close to people, you end up getting hurt.

About the Author:

A certified bookworm and ailurophile, Zoe Kalo has always been obsessed with books and reading. Reading led to writing—compulsively. No surprise that at 16, she wrote her first novel, which her classmates read and passed around secretly. The pleasure of writing and sharing her fantasy worlds has stayed with her, so now she wants to pass her stories to you with no secrecy—but with lots of mystery. She lives amongst cats and books in Belgium, and is the author of the Cult of the Cat young adult fantasy series and the Retribution novella series for adults.
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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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Angelic Anarchy by J.P. Epperson – Spotlight Tour+ #Giveaway

10/02/17


1) Back from the Dead – Skylar Grey
  
2) Again – Flyleaf
  
3) Lithium – Evanescence
  
4) I Miss the Misery – Halestorm 
  
5) Sweet Dreams – Marilyn Manson
  
6) I Hate Everything About You – Three Days Grace
  
7) Bring Me to Life – Evanescence
  
8) I will Not Bow – Breaking Benjamin
  
9) All Around Me – Flyleaf
  
10) Our Solemn Hour – Within Temptation
Angelic Anarchy
Heaven on Earth Series
Book One
JP Epperson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Wicked Peach Publishing, LLC
Editor: KT Editing Services
Date of Publication: September 6, 2016
ISBN: 069276898X
ASIN: B01KY5HAW6
Number of pages: 256
Word Count: 75,000-80,000
Cover Artist: PhatPuppy Art Studios
Cover Typography: Font Diva

Book Description:

Where there is goodness, evil is sure to follow. Where there is light, darkness is never far behind.
Belleeza isn’t the angel your parents told you about as a child. She’s a weapon. A warrior. But even warriors have their weaknesses—and even warriors can have their hearts broken. Betrayed by the only man she’s ever loved, Belleeza throws herself into an unusual mission to find a missing teenage boy. But the treacherous path she finds herself on could lead her closer towards the darkness than she had ever imagined—perhaps even into the depths of Hell itself. And what about Colton, the beautiful angel turned demon who trampled all over her heart?
Betrayals, secrets, torture, and passion. Be careful what you wish for—Heaven on Earth might just be more than you bargained for.
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Excerpt:

CHAPTER 1
Scalding hot
water traced the scars along my back as I placed my hands against the stone
shower wall. As a warrior angel, I have survived several years of battle, but
not unscathed. I have many battle wounds—most of which reside on my back and
arms. Wounds from human weapons we tend to heal without a problem; wounds by
the weapons of angels and demons are not so forgiving.
After weeks of
searching for him, last night I finally caught up with the demon I had been
hunting. He put up a ferocious fight and my muscles were still aching despite
the heat of the shower but I would be getting briefed on my next case soon so
reluctantly I reached out and turned off the faucet.
Just before I
stepped out of the shower, I froze. The air changed, and I knew that I was no
longer alone. Don’t ask me how I knew because I couldn’t tell you. Not really.
There was no pop, or bells; no flash of light, breezes, or anything like that.
It was as if there was just the slightest shift in the air. I braced for
attack, reached my right hand behind my back, and unsheathed a sword that
wasn’t there a moment before. My heavenly relics—my weapons—are always there
when I need them and never when I don’t. Where they go when I am unarmed, I
have no idea. All that matters to me is that they are there when I reach for
them.
With my left
foot, I kicked open the glass door and stepped out into the empty bathroom,
dripping wet. Utterly naked but for my sword. I peeked around the door and
slowly entered my bedroom.
“What do you
want?” I said to the empty room, making my voice as calm as possible.
“Relax, Beauty,
I’m completely unarmed,” said a humored voice without a face. “You’re looking
just as scrumptious as the last time we faced each other.”
A dark-haired
figure walked in, full of ease, and leaned against my bedroom door, crossing
his feet. He had an apple from my dining-room table in his hand. I spun my
sword, placing the tip of it into his throat the moment he walked through the
door. He brought the apple to his mouth, rubbed it against his shirt, and took
a big bite, looking as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
It was Colton.
My heart leapt in my chest. It had been a few years since I’d last seen
him. 

 

Just as beautiful as he was the day he walked away .
. . Except that now he was a demon, of course.
 

About the Author:

JP Epperson lives in Atlanta, Georgia. She is a lover of all things fantasy and paranormal. When not writing new adult fiction or sitting with her head in a book she enjoys spending time with her husband and two sons. JP is a lover of the outdoors and her second home is a tent in the woods curled up with a book next to a campfire.

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Mercenary Moon by Lola Taylor – Cover Reveal

08/02/17

 

 


Mercenary Moon

Blackbriar Creek Wolves
Book One
Lola Taylor
Genre: Werewolf Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Indigo Dreamer Press
Date of Publication: May 2017
Number of pages: novel-length
Cover Artist: Roz Marshall of Alba Covers
Book Description:
He’s bad to the bone… but then again, so is she.
Werewolf Nyx Dawson has blood on his paws—a lot of it. But he’s done with the brutal life of a mercenary. Doesn’t mean he ever thought he’d end up in his small, Southern hometown of Blackbriar Creek, Tennessee. Back with his mother and baby sister, and the rowdy bunch of werewolves he’d sworn a pack oath to as a pup. For a while, life seems peaceful and he thinks he can put his dark past behind him—until one of the most vicious, powerful alphas this side of the Smokies shows up and threatens to kill his family if he doesn’t comply with his demands…
Evangeline “Eva” Carlyle has spent her life wearing a mask. Being the perfect, obedient daughter. Being the stoic alpha-elect of her father’s pack. Being the face of her father’s paranormal pharmaceutical company, Carlyle Enterprises. Only, she doesn’t want her sizable inheritance or his paltry love—she wants his head. A life for a life, the collection of a blood debt that has been long overdue. The Golden Wolf is going to answer for his many covered up crimes against the paranormal world, and she’s determined to be the harbinger of justice.
But her father’s nobody’s fool. He knows someone is out to get him, and so blackmails one of the deadliest mercenaries into hunting down his would-be killer and taking them out first. Legend or not, Eva doesn’t think the arrogant and hotter-than-hell Nyx will be a problem. And Nyx certainly would never allow himself to fall for a werewolf aristocrat, no matter how much his inner wolf yearns to mate with her.
As the two of them tiptoe around each other, sparks begin to fly and passion mounts. Secrets—and blood—will be spilled. The closer Nyx grows to Eva, the more he’s convinced she’s his mate. And in the end, he’ll have to make the ultimate decision—kill the woman he loves to save his family, or defy his greatest enemy and risk losing everyone he holds dear.
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About the Author:
“Lola Taylor” is a pen name created for the romances I can’t show my grandma without blushing. My favorite genre to write is romantic suspense, usually involving hot werewolves, warlocks, or any other type of paranormal creature. Keep the action hot and the romance hotter—that’s my motto! I’m a horror film junkie, I still love Halloween as an adult (seriously, I think I get more excited for it than some kids do), and what precious spare time I have is spent with my family, reading (everything from sci fi to middle grade), playing the flute, painting pretty pictures, or screwing around on Pinterest or Etsy. Hailing from the South, I currently live in the Midwest with five fur babies and my hubby.
I’m pretty easy-going. If you want to get to know me or just say “hi,” you can find me on Facebook, Google + , Pinterest,and Goodreads.

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Secret: In Wolf Lake by DK Davis – Book Tour

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Secrets: In Wolf Lake             secret-in-wolf-lake

Secret Series

Book 1

DK Davis

 

Genre: YA, sci-fi, fantasy

 

Publisher: Books We Love Ltd.

Date of Publication: 1/1/2017

ISBN: 9781772993899

Kindle: 9781772993905

WEB: 9781772993912

Print: 9781772993929

ASIN: B01N7O41FM

Number of pages: 120

Word Count: 41,200

Cover Artist: Michelle Lee

 

Secret: In Wolf Lake

Samantha discovers a gifted creature living in Wolf Lake; now his life depends on her saving him.

 

Book Description:

 

Samantha’s dealing with a lot of emotional blow-back from her mother’s new marriage. Then she discovers a gifted creature living in Wolf Lake, and life suddenly becomes all about keeping his existence a secret, earning his trust. That is until his life depends on her saving him. But she won’t be able to do it alone…

 

Secret Series

A series of secrets, invisible yet glaring, and most include a Supernatural spin, like an unwelcomed sensation sparking every nerve ending.

Excerpt

I stood at the end of his drive, thinking of previous conversations I’d had with Mom about Lisa. Mom defended Lisa’s rude and selfish behavior more than a few times.

But this time, nothing gives her permission to take off without a thought and leave me.

Stomping up the drive, I heard Lisa’s panicked voice coming from inside the pole barn. Hair prickled down the back of my neck and my heart pounded so loud, I could hear it. I sprinted to the closed door.

“Lisa.” My throat thickened as I turned the doorknob. Locked. “Lisa, you in there?” I hammered my fists on the door then pressed my ear against it. Lisa’s muffled voice and sounds of a scuffle or struggle came through.

“Ricky, I know you’re in there with Lisa,” I said. “I have a cell phone and I’ll call the cops if you don’t let her come out.” Another shuffle with a sound like material being torn and something fell close to the door, startling me to step back. The door jerked open. Lisa stood there, eyes glazed with tears, mouth red and swollen, hair in disarray, and her shirt ripped down from the shoulder. She held her bra in place. It must have been torn also. Ricky shoved her and she stumbled out.

“Don’t come back until you’re wearing your big girl panties.” He growled something else, unintelligible, and slammed the door.

Lisa’s whole body shook and mascara trailed down her cheeks. Ricky reminded me of the drug scum that killed my father. He was clean cut and good looking too, a good mask for the bad boy underneath.

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About the Author:author

DK Davis writes YA sci-fi, supernatural, and fantasy with a good dollop of all the relationships woven in between. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, spending time with grandchildren or her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.

 

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Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N7O41FM

TOUR HOST ONLY GIVEAWAY:

DK is giving away 2- $20 Amazon Gift Cards to tour hosts.

2 hosts will be chosen to win.

This is only for the blog hosts of the tour. Their names and email addresses will be entered into a drawing on the days they host. Winners chosen on the last day of the tour.

 

 

 

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