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Gravestones and Wicked Bones by D.D. Miers and B. Crow – Book Tour

19/06/17

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Gravestones and Wicked Bones

Shadow Creatures

Book One

D.D. Miers and B. Crow

Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: D.D. Miers and B. Crow
Date of Publication: June 13th 2017
Number of pages: 175
Word Count: 40,000
Cover Artist: Fantasy Book Design

Book Description:

Half Fae. Half Demon. 100% Badass Bitch.
My sisters and I weren’t born with magic. No, we were forced into it. Betrayed into it by the one person who was supposed to protect us. Now we’re living in a shithole desert town at the mercy of a sexy-as-hell Fae named Bastian.
So far, I’ve been able to buy Violet and Jade time to live freely, without being held to Bastian’s constant call. I’ve been doing his dirty work for five long years, but my sisters’ freedom is wearing thin. Soon he’ll summon them, just as he did me—and I can’t let that happen.
Bastian’s latest assignment offers an escape for my sisters, and I’d be a fool not to take it. But my target is more powerful than any man I’ve faced before, and doubly seductive. He draws out my inner demons—literally—and evading this attraction might prove more difficult than finishing what I started.
The first book in a New Series by Award-Winning Urban Fantasy & Paranormal Romance Author D.D. Miers & B. Crow. Perfect for fans of Mercy Thompson, Jane Yellowrock and Alex Craft!
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About the Authors:

D.D. Miers is an ardent book lover, coffee enthusiast, and die-hard romance fan. When she’s not writing, she can be found snuggling on the couch with a good book in hand, planning a Harry Potter themed party, or dancing very badly to music. She currently resides in beautiful Southern California with her wonderful husband, a crazy toddler, and the many different characters in her head.
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B Crow has held multiple positions, but now manages the best one–Mommy. 


When she isn’t wrangling in her three monsters, she is creating worlds of magical mayhem, romance, and paranormal activity. 


After years of ghostwriting bestsellers, she’s decided to pursue her true calling and step into the limelight, hoping to share a little of her magic with the world.

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Rebel Vampires by Rosemary A Johns – Book Tour + #Giveaway

15/06/17

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Blood Dragons
Rebel Vampires Volume 1
By Rosemary A Johns
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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How do you rebel in a family vampires? AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY
“In a precarious world where vampires are both predator and prey,
Blood Dragons deftly blends elements of paranormal thriller and passionate
romance… A character-driven, sizzling-hot saga” –
Midwest Book Review
Escape into a supernatural suspense aflame with love, revenge and
redemption.
There are three people in this affair…and two of them aren’t human.
In a divided paranormal London, Light is the rebel bad boy vampire of
the Blood Lifer world, with a photographic memory. And a Triton
motorbike. Since Victorian times he’s hidden in the shadows with
Ruby – a savage Elizabethan Blood Lifer. She burns with destructive
love for Light. But he’s keeping a secret from her, which breaks
every rule. When she discovers the truth, things take a terrifying
turn.
5* “Compelling” – The Good Writer, Margarita Morris
5* “Completely gripping” – Silver Dagger Scriptorium
For fans of Night Huntress, Immortals After Dark, Anita Blake,
Fever and Blood Dagger Brotherhood take a deep breath and dive into the spellbinding secret world of
Blood Life.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE MEETS TRUE BLOOD
1960s London. Kathy is a seductive singer but she’s also human. Light is
tempted by his desire and the danger, even though their romance is
forbidden. When the two worlds collide, it could mean the end. For
both species.
When Light discovers his ruthless family’s horrifying experiments, he
questions whether he should be slaying or saving the humans he’s
always feared. What dark revelations will Light reveal at the heart
of the experiments? Will he be able to stop them in time? The
consequences of failure are unimaginable. Unless Light plays the part
of hero, he risks losing everything. Including the two women he
loves.
A rebel, a red-haired devil and a Moon Girl battle to save the world –
or tear it apart.
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Blood Shackles
Rebel Vampires Volume 2
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Would you sacrifice your freedom to save your family?
AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY… When vampires are the slaves, and humans are the
monsters, it’s a dangerous game to love your Mistress. “Tragic,
triumphant, addictive…this is a novel everyone should read” –
Readers’ Favorite 5*
In a divided paranormal London, Light is the bad boy vampire of the
Blood Lifer world, with a talent for remembering things. And a Triton
motorbike. Since Victorian times he’s been forced to hide in the
shadows. But not now. Not since someone hunted him down. When he’s
bought by his Mistress, Light fights to escape. If he doesn’t,
he’ll never solve the conspiracy behind the Blood Club.
WELCOME TO THE BLOOD CLUB
Who are these ruthless humans? And who betrayed the secret of the Blood
Lifer world?
WHERE THE PREDATORS
London, Primrose Hill. Grayse is the slaver’s daughter. She buys Light,
like he’s a pair of designer shoes. So why does Light feel so drawn
to her? Especially when his family is still in chains. Will he risk
everything – even his new love – to save them?
BECOME THE PREY
Does a chilling conspiracy lie behind it all? A stunning revelation leads
Light to an inconceivable truth. To the dark heart of the Blood Club.
If he can face his worst terrors, he can save his family and whole
species from slavery.
Maybe he can even save himself.
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Blood Renegades
Rebel Vampires Volume 3
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Light lives for his vampire family. Now he may die for it.
ESCAPE INTO AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY… Light – rebel, lover, anti-hero
– will be burnt at the stake in fourteen days. In a hidden,
paranormal London, he’s been branded a traitor and terrorist
Renegade – a Blood Lifer hunter of human slavers.
Liberty is a relentless interrogator. She’s been trained to hate Renegades.
Yet when her life converges with Light’s, she’s enticed by the
dark and glory of his world.
Light is catapulted into a nightmare of secret research, deadly enemies and
perilous intrigue. Soon he’s in a race against time to transform
into the true leader vital to save his family, home and love. But
will he be able to judge predator from prey?
Light must make the ultimate choice: to hide in the shadows. Or walk into
the light…
Betrayal. Death. Hope. Isn’t that how all truly great stories start?
“Rosemary A Johns is one of fantasy’s greats. She’ll put you in mind of Anne
Rice and leave you wanting more”-
Gothic
Mom’s Reviews
Take what you know about vampire romance and throw it away. Rosemary A
Johns is not only a refreshing new voice in this genre, she excels
it. Her vampires are edgy, titillating and enticing” –
Rockchick
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When I’d prowled down the biscuit corridors on the hunt for Sun, however, I soon realised I was the dim prat who was being hunted.

There was a shuffle style scampering behind me.

Slam.

A door on the right.

I sniffed: not First Lifer, nor Blood. But predator…every nerve screamed it.

A good barney would set me straight, yet the hairs on my neck were rising, as if I was in some poncey B-movie; I’d never been hunted like buffalo before.

Shuffle scamper. Slam.

Shuffle scamper. Slam.

The – thing – zigzagged across the corridor behind me.

Every time I twirled round, however, it’d hidden in another room, and there were only expanses of charcoal walls and doors stretching away, as if I was in The Shining.

I gulped.

We choose to be either predator or prey. That’s the truth of it. I used to reckon it was God or our DNA, which birthrighted the glory or the shame.

But that was the bollocks.

We shift between the two, and right now? Fear had transformed me into prey.

So I ran.

Behind me I heard a loping scamper. A banshee scream.

I skidded round the corner to the ranks of pristine lifts. Brains beat…everything.

I smirked: go evolution.

Still, I couldn’t stop myself pressing the underground garage button – press, press, press – frenziedly. As the steel doors clanged shut, I caught a glimpse of bristling black hair, yellow canines and a pink whiskery mush, which grimaced in infuriated rage at losing its prey.

I’d like to see any animal work out a lift.

When the doors pinged open, I screwed shut my peepers.

All in a tiz, my heart was rapidly beating, and I was sweating. I hadn’t got a hold of this being the prey lark.

‘Still traumatized by enclosed spaces, Light?’ Blake was leaning in inky black V-neck and trousers, against a BMW i8.

I attempted to swagger out of the lift but with legs like jelly..?

I didn’t even convince myself.

Then I heard a ping behind me.

It couldn’t be..?

Shuffle scampershuffle scampershuffle scamper

That was sodding it: no more being the prey.

I spun round to face my tormentor…

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WINNER OF SILVER AWARD in the National Wishing Shelf Book Awards.
ROSEMARY A JOHNS is the author of the bestselling Blood
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and Blood Shackles – the compelling Rebel Vampires
series.
Blood Renegades is the thrilling third installment.
ROSEMARY A JOHNS is a music fanatic and a paranormal anti-hero addict who creates
spellbinding worlds, thrilling action, gripping suspense and
passionate romances, all uniquely told.

She
wrote her first fantasy novel at the age of ten, when she discovered
the weird worlds inside her head were more exciting than double
swimming. Since then she’s studied history at Oxford University,
run a theatre company (her critically acclaimed plays have been
described as “uncomfortable, unsettling and uneasily true to
life”), and worked with disability charities.
When Rosemary’s not falling in love with the rebels fighting their way
onto the page, she heads the Oxford writing group Dreaming Spires.
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Evil’s Unlikely Assassin by Jenn Windrow – Release day Blitz

06/06/17

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Evil’s
Unlikely Assassin

An
Alexis Black Novel

Book
One

Jenn
Windrow

Release: June 6, 2017
Genre  : Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Muse It Up Publishing
ISBN: 1771279222
ASIN: B06XH9ZFD4
Number of pages: 290
Word Count: 80K
Cover Artist: Erica Petlit
Designs
Tagline: Sometimes it takes evil
to kill evil

Description:

Vampire
Alexis Black is on a mission – to rejoin the human race.
Coerced into signing an ironclad
contract by an Angel-with-attitude, Alexis must hunt down and assassinate at
least one vampire, werewolf, or creepy crawly every night for fifty years to
become human again. Too bad the contract didn’t mention the badass vampire who
now rides shotgun in her brain, insatiable bloodlust, or her new
I-hate-everything-with-fangs sidekick. If she can fulfill her end of the
bargain, her humanity is restored, if not she will be destroyed.
But when a revenge-seeking
bloodsucker threatens her city, Alexis must risk everything to ensure there’s a
humanity to return to. Since her vampire nature is her greatest weapon to
defeat the monsters that threaten her friends and future, Alexis must choose to
accept her inner beast or watch those she loves die.
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Excerpt:

Tonight’s job
had me sitting in a shadowy corner of a dead-end dive watching the unfortunate,
the hopeless, and the degenerate. Had I known this is how I’d be spending my
one hundred and seventy-third birthday, I would have called in sick.
An aging
cocktail waitress hustled to over-serve society’s misfits. An ex-con, a dealer,
and an addict pissed their lives away at the far end of the bar. A trio of
prostitutes circled the room, their knock-off stiletto’s clicking on the wooden
floor. And a single cockroach scurried for cover before being squashed.
How would the
humans feel about me, the vampire, hiding in their shadows?
One of the
battered bar stools toppled, throwing its occupant to the filthy concrete. The
man, in a faded red and black flannel shirt, picked himself up off the floor.
Dingy jeans slid down his hips, revealing a pair of boxers far past the
expiration date for a wash. He bumped and weaved his way through the crowd,
ignoring the spilled drinks and curses he left in his wake, and cut a crooked
but determined path right to my table.
He collapsed
into the booth next to me, blocking my only chance at escape. “How’s ’bout a
drink?”
I wrinkled my
nose at what had to be three days’ worth of sweat and grime, raised my bottle
and sloshed the liquid from side to side. “Still nursing this one.” I focused
on a faded picture of the Blues Brothers nailed to the wall and hoped he’d take
the hint. A sharp tap on my shoulder told me this guy was either clueless or
didn’t give a shit. My money was on clueless.
“What’s your
name, sexy?”
Oh how I wanted
to ignore his question, but the last thing I needed was Mr. Drunk and Stupid to
cause a scene and blow my cover. “Alexis.”
His
grease-coated fingers played “Get the Buggy” up my arm. I slapped them away
before they got past my elbow. “How’s ’bout we get to know each other better?”
He gave me a lopsided wink and ogled my breasts.
When he looked
at me, he saw what every other human did, a twenty-three year old, petite
brunette with large, light blue eyes. But if he leaned in close, he would see
what lurked below the exterior, something sinister and scary, with sharp fangs
and a deadly personality.
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About
the Author:

Jenn Windrow loves characters
that have a pinch of spunk, a dash of attitude, and a large dollop of sex
appeal. Top it all off with a huge heaping helping of snark, and you’ve got the
ingredients for the kind of fast paced stories she loves to read and write.
Home is a suburb of it’s-so-hot-my-shoes-have-melted-to-the-pavement Phoenix.
Where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and a slew of animals that
seem to keep following her home, at least that’s what she claims.
Jenn’s Urban Fantasy, EVIL’S
UNLIKELY ASSASSIN won the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal (FF&P),
“On The Far Side” writing contest in July 2014, top 5 in the RWA Desert Rose,
“Realizing the Dream” writing contest, and finaled in the Houston Writers Guild
annual writing contest in April 2014. It was also selected as first runner up
in Writers Type’s First Chapter Contest in April 2013.
Her Paranormal Romance, STRUCK BY
EROS placed first in the RWA’s Golden Pen Contest, third in the Ruby Slippered
Sisterhoods Make it Golden contest, and fourth in the West Coast Romance
Writers Beacon contest.

 

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Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost – Book Tour + #Giveaway

05/06/17

 



Gallowglass

Book One

Jennifer Allis Provost

Genre: urban fantasy, paranormal romance
Publisher: Bellatrix Press
Date of Publication: June 6, 2017
ISBN: 978-1622510320
ASIN: B06XXQCPFB
Number of pages: 272
Word Count: 75k
Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Design
Tagline: Karina didn’t set out to free the Seelie Queen’s gallowglass. Now she’ll do anything to keep him.

Book Description:

After Karina and her brother, Chris’s, lives fall apart in separate yet equally spectacular ways, they leave New York behind and head to the UK. Karina buries herself in research for her doctoral thesis, all the while studiously not thinking about the man who broke her heart, while Chris—who’d been a best-selling author before his ex-fiancée sued him for plagiarism—drinks his way across the British Isles.
In Scotland, they visit the grave of Robert Kirk, a seventeenth- century minister who was kidnapped by fairies. No one is more shocked than Karina when a handsome man with a Scottish brogue appears, claiming to be the Robert Kirk of legend. What’s more, he says he spent the last few hundred years as the Gallowglass, the Seelie Queen’s personal assassin. When they’re attacked by demons, Karina understands how dearly the queen wants him back.
As Karina and Robert grow closer, Chris’s attempts to drown his sorrows lead him to a pub, and a woman called Sorcha. Chris is instantly smitten with her, so much so he spends days with Sorcha and lies to his sister about his whereabouts. When Chris comes home covered in fey kisses, Karina realizes that the Seelie Queen isn’t just after Robert.
Can Karina outsmart the Seelie Queen, or is Robert doomed to forever be the Gallowglass?
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Excerpt:

I sped back to
the ruined kirk, my knuckles white as I gripped the wheel. The real reason I
didn’t get on Chris about his constant mooning over Olivia was that at least he
and Olivia had had something. I’d had nothing with Jared. No it hadn’t quite
been nothing, but it may as well have been. One thing that Chris and I had both
learned on this trip is that an ocean is not nearly enough distance to outrun
your past.
I parked in the
kirk’s tourist lot, leapt out of the rental and ran across the bridge and up
the fairy hill, startling some of the local wildlife along the way. When I
reached the Minister’s Pine I was panting, my heart pounding as sweat poured
down my back.
I had to find
that quartz. I just had to.
I dropped to my
knees and felt around near the base of the tree. I found my brush rather
quickly, along with my hairclip and the stupidly expensive Mont Blanc pen that
my advisor had given me when I earned my masters degree. But the quartz, the
quartz wasn’t anywhere. The bits of lunch I’d had turned to lead in my stomach;
if the quartz was gone, then it was really, truly over.
“Lookin’ for
this, are ye now?”
I turned toward
the voice, blinked, and pushed my glasses up to my forehead. Yeah, he was
really there. Standing in front of me was a tall man in what I assumed was
period dress. Instead of a kilt—we American girls tend to think that all
Scotsmen run around in kilts, no matter the occasion; sadly, this is not the
case—he was wearing a padded brown leather coat topped with chain mail, along
with matching brown pants and well-worn leather boots. A helmet was tucked
under his arm, and I could see the hilt of a claymore, one of those medieval
broadswords that were so heavy you had to swing it with two hands, poking up
over his shoulder. A shield rested next to the sword’s hilt, its curved edge
just visible above the man’s shoulder.
I hadn’t
realized they did reenactments at Doon Hill, and I made a mental note to check
the brochure for show times. I also noticed that the actor had his hand
extended, with my lump of rose quartz sitting on his open palm.
“Yes!” I got to
my feet, and grabbed the stone. “Thank you,” I said once I remembered my
manners, stroking the stone with my thumb. The man looked at me intently, his
expression wavering somewhere between confusion and curiosity. “What made you
think it was mine?”
“Saw ye drop it,
I did,” he replied.
“And you’ve been
waiting here since then?”
“I knew ye would
be back for me.”
I blinked, since
I must have misunderstood his accent. What I’d heard as ‘me’ must have really
been ‘it’. Accents do tend to garble words. “I really appreciate you waiting
for me. Thank you,” I said, extending my hand.
He eyed my hand,
dark brows low over his blue eyes. Then he grasped my fingers and brought them
toward his mouth.
“What are you
doing?” I snapped, snatching my hand away.
“I thought ye
wanted me to kiss your hand,” he explained.
“I wanted to
shake your hand!” He looked befuddled rather than offended, so I attributed
this to yet another cultural misunderstanding. It was becoming quite the list.
“Well, regardless, thank you. I’m Rina.”
“Rina,” he
repeated, that Scottish brogue of his making my nickname sound positively
decadent. “’Tis quite an unusual name.”
“It’s short for
Karina,” I explained. “Karina Siobhan Stewart,” I added, wondering why I’d felt
compelled to give him my full name. Historically I’d only been called Karina
Siobhan when I was in trouble.
“And I am Robert
Kirk,” he said, extending his hand. This guy was way deep in character, like
method actor deep. I shook his hand, and we both smiled.
“Good to meet
you, Mr. Kirk.”
“Reverend Kirk,”
he corrected.
“My apologies,
Reverend Kirk.” These reenactors sure liked to stick to their roles, though I’d
never expected to see a reverend wearing chain mail. We stood there for a
moment, holding hands and grinning like a couple of fools, and I took the time
to really look at him. He was older than me, probably a bit older than Chris
too, with dark, tousled hair, chiseled features, and a roguish glint in his
blue eyes. They had obviously picked reenactors that would appeal to the
ladies. 
“Do no’ fash,
Karina lass, no offense was taken,” he murmured, and my cheeks were suddenly
hot. I took back my hand, barely resisting the urge to fan myself.
“I should be
going,” I said. “My brother’s waiting for me.” I scanned the area around the
Minister’s Pine, ascertained that I’d left nothing else of import behind, and
turned toward the path. A hand on my arm stopped me.
“Ye canna leave
me here,” the reenactor said. “Ye must take me with ye.”
“What? No!” I
faced him, planting my feet before him and whipping out my cell phone. “I don’t
know what goes on here in Scotland, but I’m an American citizen. Stay back, or
I’ll call 911.” I didn’t even know if they had 911 in Scotland. Would I have to
call Scotland Yard instead? I hoped my phone had some kind of app for
international emergencies. I waved my phone in what I hoped was a menacing
manner, and Robert—or whatever his name was—eyed it as if it would bite him.
“Put away your
tricks, lass,” he said. “It was ye what called me here in the first place.”
I shook my head.
“This is an act, right? Reverend Kirk, freed at long last from the Minister’s
Pine?”
“’Tis no act,
lass. Would that it were.” He stepped closer, and took my hands in both of his.
Robert’s hands were warm and callused, and, despite all this nonsense,
comforting. “I am Robert Kirk himself, and ye have freed me no from just a
tree, but from Elphame, and the Seelie Queen herself.”
“Elphame?” I
asked.
“Aye,” he
replied. “Some refer to it as the Fairy Realm.”
I leaned against
the Minister’s Pine. He claimed he was from Elphame. Of course he was. How did
I always attract the weirdos?
It was generally
agreed that when magic left the world, it was because the fairy realm had
closed its doors to humans. Some claimed that human industrialization, and its
rampant use of iron, had caused the fae to retreat, while others claimed the
global shift from pagan to monotheistic faiths was the culprit. No matter which
theory you favored, the end result was the same; there was no new magic. For
hundreds of years humans had made do with a few crumbling artifacts and
enchanted items, but those items were wearing out too. It was as if magic had a
half-life, and we’d long since passed the middle point.
“You can’t be
from Elphame,” I said. “It’s closed. It’s been closed for centuries.”
“Has it, now? I
will say this, when I was a boy the land was thick with magic. Ye could hardly
walk the roads without encountering one o’ the Good People.”
“When you were a
boy,” I repeated, then I remembered that Robert Kirk had lived in the
seventeenth century. Magic hadn’t started disappearing until a century later.
“Still, it’s closed now.”
“Just because a
door has been closed, does no’ mean it canna be reopened.”
I slid down to
the ground and Robert sat beside me, both of us leaning against the tree he’d
recently emerged from.
Wait, when did I
start believing him?
“So, um, you
think all of this is real?” I ventured, gesturing around the clearing. “The
legend and all?”
Robert smiled
wanly. “Ye have heard o’ me, then?”
“They say you
told the world of the fairies’ secrets, so they imprisoned you in a tree.”
“That is no the
whole of the tale.” Robert closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against
the trunk. “I did have dealings with the Good People, but it was no them who
abducted me.”
“Then who did?”
“’Twas Nicnevin,
the Seelie Queen herself.”
My jaw dropped,
and if I hadn’t already been on the ground I would have fallen. As it was, my
arm went out from under me, and my shoulder bumped into Robert. “Are ye all
right, lass?” Robert asked.
“Yes,” I lied.
There was nothing all right about this. “Why did the queen take you?”
“She fancied
me,” he replied. “Offered me an apple, ye ken. I said no, it angered her, she
cursed me. And here we are today.”
I looked up at
him. He still had his head tipped back against the tree, his eyes closed. “That
sounds like the ridiculously oversimplified version.”
At that, he
opened his eyes and speared me with his gaze. “Would ye be likin’ all the
details, then, lass?”
I swallowed.
“Um, maybe not just yet.” My gaze moved from Robert’s face to the quartz in my
hand. “What makes you think I freed you?”
“Ye made contact
wi’ the tree, wishin’ to rescue me. Wishes are powerful things, ye ken.” Robert
leaned over and touched the quartz. “Then ye dropped your stone, and a door
opened for me. I ha’ been waitin’ for ye ever since.”
“Wishes are
powerful things,” I repeated. “Why do you want to leave with me? You don’t even
know me.”
“I know ye freed
me, and that is no small thing,” Robert replied. “I also know that as soon as
Nicneven kens I’ve left me post, she will send her creatures to retrieve me.”
“Creatures?”
“Aye. And I do
no’ want to be here when they arrive.”
I took a deep
breath and got to my feet, Robert following suit. Once we were standing I
looked into his clear blue eyes, his guileless face, and sighed. He was either
telling the truth, or he was the greatest actor in the world. Or I was the
world’s biggest idiot; the jury was still out on that.
“Well, let’s
go.”
“Go?” he
repeated hopefully.
“If you’re
telling the truth—and I’m not saying that you are—I can’t just leave you here.
And, if you’re not telling the truth, I’ll drop you at the nearest police
station,” I added, trying to act tough in front of the armored man with the
sword.
Robert inclined
his head, and took both of my hands in his. “Lass, soon enough ye will ken that
I only speak what’s true.” He once again brought my knuckles to his lips; this
time, I let him kiss me. It was nice, having one’s hand kissed by a dark,
handsome man. “Karina Siobhan Stewart, I am now your charge, and I shall follow
your every command.”
“Okay. Um.” I
looked him over and issued my first command. “First of all, you can’t tromp
around Aberfoyle wearing chain mail. You’re going to have to take off your
armor.”

 

About the Author:

Jennifer Allis Provost writes books about faeries, orcs and elves. Zombies too. She grew up in the wilds of Western Massachusetts and had read every book in the local library by age twelve. (It was a small library). An early love of mythology and folklore led to her epic fantasy series, The Chronicles of Parthalan, and her day job as a cubicle monkey helped shape her urban fantasy, Copper Girl. When she’s not writing about things that go bump in the night (and sometimes during the day) she’s working on her MFA in Creative Nonfiction.

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Sentinel by L.D. Nash – Spotlight Promo + #Giveaway

03/06/17

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SENTINEL

By: L. D. Nash

Paranormal fantasy/Action-Adventure/Magic Realism/Urban fantasy

80,000 Words

Sometimes amnesia is a demon hunter’s best friend.

 

About the book

Luna Ashwind is the Grigori’s top assassin and her marks are the big, bad uglies that slither out of Hell. She’s worked for the secret society of demon hunters since they found her broken, bleeding and unconscious just four short years ago. They nursed her body back to health but her mind is a different story.

Lucifer’s made good use of his time in Hell. He’s learned of a Heaven-forged talisman with the power to either start or stop the biblical apocalypse without God’s approval. For centuries, he’s sent his best demons topside in search of the three artifacts needed to create this celestial weapon.

Hellhound wrangler Kurbane is topside to capture the angel who stole Cerberus’ key to the Gates of Hell, but when the trail leads him to Luna, he realizes he’d bitten off more than he can chew. Luna is no mere angel – she’s the life or death of all creation.

excerpt

North Roxbury neighborhood, Boston, Massachusetts

While easing through the damp, sour smelling alleyway, Luna halted mid-stride as a black, swirling vortex, roughly the size of a Volvo, shredded the foggy air around her. A rough gust of wind whipped past her, sending trash and other debris scattering around her feet.

When a huge silhouette stepped out of the whirlwind, Luna instantly abandoned her ninja-like tactics and stood in open-mouth shock.

In her four years of training, she’d never heard of demons using teleportation; their life-force was usually directly within the vicinity of where the Watchers sent their soldiers.

Smoky tendrils of smoke inked outward from the center, sending clouds of wispy darkness to pollute the air. After a few moments, the strands slowly receded and their absence revealed the hulking beast. Momentum from the vortex shoved the demon forward, making sure it cleared the swirling chasm. Then it shrank back in on itself as quickly as it appeared.

The demon, which she now recognized from her textbooks as an Arsena – a lesser demon that crawled through Hell on its underbelly, begging for scraps – snarled and gnashed its razor sharp teeth before rushing toward her. A fashionably late entrance coupled with its particular method of travel succeeded in totally throwing Luna off her game. All her training went right out the window.

She was only briefly discombobulated, but long enough for the demon. It rushed past her and its large scaly arm caught her beneath the chin; its momentum and element of surprise clothes-lined her painfully, yet beautifully.

She hit the asphalt back-first, air whooshing from her lungs on an elongated hiss. She gasped and gulped, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she tried to force sweet air back into her lungs.

I’m sorry, Luna, Barr’s soft voice flitted through their telepathic connection. I failed to see it till it was too late. Her falcon-companion’s intense, guilt-ridden emotions blasted through her mind like a frigid tidal wave, the unexpected intrusion seized her mind and almost fried her brain.

Can you believe a freaking Arsena rode a vortex in and attacked me?!? Luna projected her thoughts and then shut down their mental connection. She focused on keeping well away from the sharp claws and gnashing teeth.

Once she was capable, she drew a complete breath and then quickly rolled back to her feet. She lowered herself into an offensive crouch with hands fisted before her and waited for the demon’s next move.

It swung its huge, slimy, talon-tipped left hand at her. She saw it coming and managed to duck in the nick of time, saving herself from sporting a severed head.

An angry roar shook the ground and the Arsena swung its right arm around from behind its huge body. Luna’s eyes widened in shock when she realized he had a gun and it was aimed it directly at her. Demons never used human weapons.

“Shit,” she hissed and feigned to her right milliseconds before a shot rent the night. Pain exploded in her left shoulder and she crashed to the pavement for the second time in less than five minutes. Her breath, again, whooshed from her body.

She’d never felt so helpless before and was lost as what to do next.

Pain blazed through her system, her blood sizzling in her veins like fresh lava. Inhaling deeply, she pushed herself to her feet, determined to get her ass moving. She’d suffered plenty of wounds during training, but never something this severe. Zeke had stressed the danger of hunting, now she understood his blatant reluctance to send her on her first mission alone.

Luna, get out of there! Barr roared forcefully, shattering the concrete wall Luna had shielding her mind. Depth-less black spots converged in Luna’s mind as a result of Barr re-establishing their mental connection without Luna’s consent.

Luna winced as agonizing heat tore through her head, finding every nerve ending possible. She blinked rapidly in hopes of shaking the side-effects of the falcon’s mind-meld. Her stomach rolled in response, threatening to send her dinner back up.

Barr’s forceful invasion, combined with the gunshot wound, left Luna not only temporarily blind, but also in intense agony. Her body weakened and grew sluggish.

Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, she pushed herself back to her feet and slowly approached the demon. When she was within reach, she shoved him roughly and lurched past him, heading for the alley on the right

The Arsena’s roar only partially registered through the shock flooding her mind. Her main concern wasn’t that she’d been shot by a demon with a human weapon. It was the fact that she ran from a demon to being with; something she’d never believed she’d do.

A warrior at heart, Luna abhorred weakness as much as cowardice. Yet Barr was right. There was no way she’d survive a battle now that she’d been bodily wounded and mentally incapacitated.

Already, the gushing wound leeched her strength too quickly for her liking.

“Zeke’s going to kill me,” Luna declared, her thoughts flashing to her mentor. She’d all but bullied her way into this mission by swearing she’d be safe and now here she was severely wounded. She inhaled deeply and pumped her legs harder, putting as much distance between her and the demon as possible.

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“Have we received word from her?” Sem stormed into the Control room. When Luna failed to check in after a couple hours, he’d grown worried. Allowing for the possibility she ran into unexpected problems, he’d gave her some extra time. Now, it was way passed time for her to have returned.

“No.” Penn shook his head, no hint of emotion in his voice. He wasn’t one to get ruffled over anything unless there was reason to. Penn was all about patience and it was one virtue Sem could do without. When it came to Luna, few of the Watchers had much patience. She was the daughter of a dead friend and it was their responsibility to protect her no matter what. Even if she wasn’t the salvation of them all, Sem would still lay down his immortal soul to protect her.

“When was her last update?” Sem asked and ran long fingers through his narrow strip of purple spikes.

“Twelve a.m. Dispatch received an update.” Penn narrowed his eyes as fingers flew over computer keys. “She’d landed and began her search for the demon.” He turned to spear Sem with ice-blue eyes; worry glazing their surface. “That was over ten hours ago Sem. She should have called by now. It wouldn’t have taken her ten minutes to shred the bastard. Something’s wrong.”

Sem’s blood turned to fire in his veins. The thought of Luna hurt didn’t sit so well with him. “Maybe she lost her phone, have you activated her internal tracker?”

Penn turned back to the computer and more keys clacked noisily. The air suddenly grew very heavy and a malevolent aura cloaked the room. Sem sighed heavily. The last thing he needed right now was the angry man now standing behind him. He felt the fiery blast of anger emanating from the soldier and sighed heavily. They’d barely avoided a blood bath earlier and it was only Luna’s presence that had calmed him.

“We’re looking for her now, Zeke,” Sem warned before the other man could even utter a word. He knew his brother too well. If Zeke had the slightest inkling Luna was in danger, he would be gone in the blink of an eye. No matter that none of them could pinpoint her location; Zeke would blast through the Nether until he found her.

As one of the Watchers with the ability to transport, Zeke was an ever present threat to the group’s anonymity. His emotions, which he denied having on a regular basis, seemed to rule him when it came to Luna.

“You’d better find her or I will,” Zeke threatened and slammed the stainless steel door shut behind him before propping himself against it. With arms and feet crossed, he presented an unmovable roadblock. His silent challenge blasted into the air, engulfing the room in an almost malevolent fog.

“There’s no signal,” Penn murmured. “I can’t find her anywhere.”

A loud crash preceded the slamming of the Control room door. When Sem turned, Zeke was gone and a hole marred his formerly pristine door.

“Dammit, I just had that door replaced,” Sem cursed. “Keep looking Penn, I’ll go with Zeke to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone he shouldn’t. Send the area coordinates to me; maybe we can search until something pops up.”

Penn nodded, his floppy blonde hair bouncing.

“Sure thing boss,” he called.

As Sem raced down the hall toward the weapon’s room, he recalled the night Luna literally came crashing into their lives and hoped with every fiber of his being that she was alright. Injured, he could handle, but if she were dead, they were all fucked.

He slid to a halt when Zeke emerged, armed to the teeth, sporting a murderous glint in his eyes. It was moments like this, that made Sem grateful that Zeke was on his side. The warrior made a formidable enemy and Heaven help anything that dared harm Luna.

about the author

Me

S.D. Nash was born, raised and still lives in the northern piney woods of Louisiana. She doesn’t have alligators in her front yard and she isn’t surrounded by swamps. She loves trekking the lush woods surrounding her home in search of buried treasures of times long past. Old, abandoned homesteads and barns are her favorite places to explore. She has a very rich imagination and loves all things unexplainable and supernatural.

 

She’s obsessed with the television series Supernatural and has recently developed a deep interest in AMC’S Preacher, SYFY’S Wynonna Earp and Doctor Who. Her favorite quote is by an unknown author: It’s only impossible until it’s done.

 

Her writing career began later than she’d wanted, but as with all things, it has begun. You can find all her titles on Amazon and select ones on Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Scribd, Apple and Smashwords. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and her blog by clicking the links below:

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Other titles by L. D. Nash:

The Lost Outlaws

Six Guns & Garter Belts (Book 1)

Celestial Keys

Sentinel (Book 1)

The Last Keeper (Book 2) – Coming Soon

 

Stand Alone Novels

Trinity

Southern Fangs

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The Angel Knights by Mary Ting – Book Tour + #Giveaway

23/05/17

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The Angel Knights
Prequel/Novella
by Mary Ting
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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Michael and Claudia’s decision to move back to Crossroads was to keep their
children safe, but they can’t escape who they are. Their children,
Zachary and Lucia, were destined to be demon hunters—Venators. From
the age they were able to hold a sword, they were trained to become
the best and to ensure they would become leaders one day.
All is peaceful throughout the land until the Fallen and demons’
presences were felt in the between and on Earth. As the Venators
investigate these locations, they will quickly learn how dangerous
their lives are. Hearts will be broken. Teammates will lose their
lives. And they will face obstacles which will test their faith.
As danger grows, the fear of fallen angels and demons regrouping has the
Divine Elders on pins and needles. Now, Zachary and Lucia, along with
Uncle Davin, must prepare themselves—mentally and physically—to
live on Earth to investigate where the focal point of evil resides
before it’s too late.
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The Angel Knights Series Book 1
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A page turning mystery with a supernatural twist that entertains to the
last page! ~InD’tale Magazine
When teens go missing in Hawaii, a group of demon-hunters—half human and
half angel—disguised as high school students, must leave
Crossroads, the place where they reside. In a race against time, they
uncover the mystery connecting the missing teens, which dates back to
the era of the Knights Templar. However, when they discover one of
the Templars passed down a book containing all the secrets and codes
to finding a particular treasure, they soon realize this forbidden
treasure needs to be found before Cyrus, the lord of the possessor
demons, acquires it—a treasure which been safeguarded and hidden
from him.
There is only one problem: the pages containing the clues leading to the
treasure is missing. When the first page is found, Cyrus threatens to
kill more descendants of the Knights Templar if it is not given to
him by Friday the thirteenth. In the midst of threats and discovery,
the demon-hunting angels find they are not alone when supernatural
beings begin to reveal themselves. Can they put their differences
aside and work together to solve the Knights Templars’ cipher? As
they astral travel to the past, they witness a lot more than they
have bargained for. And some things are better left unseen.
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The Blessed Knights
The Angel Knight Series Book 2
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Above a small hill lay a home.
And green men peer out under the dome.
Thirteen crisscrossing arches behold,
with angels singing must be told.
Cubes like teeth thus showed,
pierce one and the door shall glow.
Part the sea like Moses,
to see the bundle of red roses.
Only then you shall see,
what is destined to be free.
Eli, Lucia’s half-demon love interest, has been stabbed with a
true-cross dagger and captured by Cyrus, master of the possessor
demons. The Chosen Knights must work together once again not only to
save Eli, but also to decipher a clue to find the second missing page
of Jacques de Molay’s journal. Meanwhile, Uncle Davin informs
Crossroads’ Divine Elders of the danger ahead and learns there is
much to fear. Countless children are being taken from all over the
world to be turned into demons. Michael, one of the Divine Elders,
has no choice but to intervene. The Chosen Knights track down Mortem,
the demon who is the key to finding Cyrus, and learn they must travel
deep into the pit of a Hawaiian volcano. When they astral travel to
the past in search of a clue and follow Jacques de Molay to Rosselyn
Chapel in medieval Scotland, what they find will rewrite history.
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International Bestselling Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California
with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making
jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by
chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother,
and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she
started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It
was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen
name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote
literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
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Lady Knight by T. Nathan Mosley – Book Tour + #Giveaway

22/05/17

 

 

Lady Knight

The Knight Case
Book One
T. Nathan Mosley
Genre: Fantasy/Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: January 27th, 2017
ISBN: 9781520470863
ASIN: B01N26OWAV
Number of pages: 229
Word Count: 84,819
Cover Artist: Ruben G. Ramos
Book Description:
Detective Cameron Knight does not believe in magic. It’s kind of hard to when you’re a single(-ish) mother in a high stress job that pulls you from bed at all hours of the night. One of these nights, though, Cameron encounters a magician. Not one of those guys who pulls rabbits out of hats, but a real, true magician. Of course she doesn’t believe it. Until Mathias reveals to her a world that is full of magic, Knights, kings, and more.
Following the writings of one of the most powerful magicians to have ever lived, Mathias escaped to Earth, running from Knight Captain Emil Rouland. Emil has been tasked with bringing Mathias before the King of Draeca to face the King’s justice.
But Marek, a magician and enemy of Mathias, has other ideas. He sees this as his big break to finally exact his revenge on Mathias and become the hero he’s always wanted to be. Little do they all know, however, the cost of traveling between Earth and Draeca has a terrible cost.
The fate of both worlds will hang in the balance as Vee, a being of immense power and evil, plots to conquer one, or both, of the worlds.
  
Excerpt:
“We found
someone – a man. He’s… not quite right, and he’s got this weird costume on.
Said he knew about the explosion. Thought you’d want to try talking to
him.” The kid said. Cameron exchanged a look with Kim and pulled the
cigarette from her mouth, sighing. It would have to wait.
“Alright,
where is he?” Kim said.
“Over
talking to the paramedics, they’re saying it’s dementia, uh, maybe caused by
shock or something. I’m not a doctor.”
“That’s
what we pay them the big bucks for. Good work, uh…” Cameron inspected
the officer’s name badge, “Officer Winsley. Off you go.” Cameron
nodded to him and patted him on the shoulder as she blew past him, heading for
the ambulance. The ‘costume’ Winsley had reported was actually a set of long,
flowing green and gold robes that draped off the man. A heavy cloak was set
about the man’s shoulders, and he spoke calmly to one of the paramedics as they
asked him questions.
“My
eyesight is perfectly fine, madam. This is the third time you’ve put that
lightstick into my face – I kindly request that you cease immediately.”
The man said, and the paramedic looked to the detectives with a shrug.
“He checks
out. No signs of drug use that I can see, physically healthy, just…” The
paramedic made a spinning motion with her hand, one finger pointing at her
head. “He’s all yours.” She said.
The man stood as
the detectives approached, his head bowing to them so deeply it bent his
shoulders and torso towards them. “I know not who you are, but please
allow me to thank you for getting that… vulture, away from me. Poking and
prodding with her…” he waved a hand, “instruments.” The man
was strikingly handsome, and Cameron couldn’t help but notice how focused and
intense his blue eyes were as he regarding them. His black hair was slicked
back with some sort of gel, and it was cut close to his head – just long enough
to be styled and flare out slightly behind his ears and along the back of his
neck.
“That’s her
job.” Kim said as Cameron took the time to light her cigarette, puffing on
it as Kim continued, “She’s a paramedic. She wanted to make sure you were
okay.”
“Ah, a
healer! I beg pardon, I did not understand her ways, and this word…
‘paramedic’. It is foreign to me,” he said, a look of worry crossing his
face. “Please, assure her I am quite alright. Perfect in all of my
faculties,” he paused as Kim and Cameron shared another look, “Well,
except, I cannot seem to find my staff, but it will turn up sooner or later I
suppose.”
“Alright,
cut it out. Enough of the jokes,” Cameron said, and the man frowned at her
in confusion, “How about we start from the beginning. Who are you, what
are you doing here, and what do you know about the explosion?”
The man’s face
brightened some, and he swept into a low bow, leg forward and one hand on his
chest as the other swept out to one side. “I am Mathias, Lord of the House
of Relain, personal magician to His Majesty King Lerrad Olmsith of the Kingdom
of Draeca, and…” Mathias frowned, “Well, that is who I used to be.
I am now an outlaw by decree of King Lerrad, but I suppose that is not what you
are inquiring about. I brought myself here as I was fleeing from his soldiers –
you understand I am sure, it is difficult to corner a magician,” he
finished with a wink at Kim.
Cameron put a
hand on Kim’s arm as she took a long drag from her cigarette, stopping Kim from
decking the wacko. “Alright, let me get this straight. You’re, what, some
sort of wizard? And you want us to believe that you brought yourself here,
using…”
“Magic,
yes, of course. The signs are evident,” Mathias said, nodding towards the
warehouse. “My apologies about the, ah, building there. An unintended side
effect of my hastily constructed spell. I believe in my haste I may have made a
mistake in the incantation. It would also explain the disappearance of my
staff…” He said, his tone turning thoughtful as he spoke.
“Can you
give us a moment?” Cameron asked.
“But of
course,” Mathias said, bowing his head towards them again.
The detectives
stepped away from the man and Cameron dropped her cigarette, smashing it into
the pavement with her shoe. “Okay. What the hell.” She said.
“He’s
clearly lost his mind. The explosion knocked him into something and he
snapped,” Kim said.
“He didn’t
have a mark on him, Kim. No dust, no ash, nothing,” Cameron pointed out.
“Well,
okay, but – wait, you’re not saying you actually believe him?”
“No, of
course not! Magic and spells and kings… Ridiculous, of course. Okay, how
about this: He sets a bomb, gets clear, and then the shock of what he’s done
makes him conjure some crazy fantasy.”
“What, like
repression or something?” Kim said, glancing back at Mathias – if that was
even his name. He was standing patiently, watching them with his hyper-focused
eyes and his hands clasped behind his back.
“Yeah.
Maybe it started before he even knew what he was doing. Got caught up in his
fantasy and doesn’t really know what’s going on.”
“Okay.
Works for me. How do we handle him?”

 

“Play
along, for now.” Cameron said, frowning towards Mathias. He returned her
frown with a wide, toothless grin. She looked back at Kim and sighed, pulling
another cigarette from her pocket. “It’s gonna be a long night.”
 
About the Author:
 
T. Nathan Mosley was born and raised in Woodstock, Georgia. He is an avid fantasy and science fiction fan and gamer. He lives in Roanoke, Virginia with his two cats and dog that he tries constantly to avoid spoiling too much. His primary genres include general fantasy and urban fantasy, though he has played with the idea of science fiction on occasion. He is currently studying to become a professor of mathematics.

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