Showing posts with label Bad Blood. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Teaser Tuesday ~ Bad Blood by Shyla Novak ~ Urban Fantasy #UF #Excerpt ~ @ShylaColt @RABTBookTours


Bad Blood
Shyla Novak
Urban Fantasy
Date Published: Sept 28th, 2018
Publisher: Inspired Ink ( Self published)

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About the Book:

A reluctant knight.
A magical descendent.
A race against time.
A freak accident thrusts Nakeeta Alva into a dangerous world of secrets, ancient spells, and a legacy she never wanted. The last in a magical line, she’s tasked with restoring the balance to a supernatural world poised for ruin.
Tasked with the care of their savior, Crewe’s main focus is survival. Used to giving orders, the knight isn’t prepared for the sassy witch’s mouth or her lure. The powerful woman reminded him of his humanity and challenged his beliefs. Keeping her safe is his mission, but the real danger may be losing his heart.
Together, they will save the world … or die trying.

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Read an Excerpt:

Let me get you some water.” Her mother hurried off as she acclimated herself with the waking world. How long have I been here? Her mother returned with a large, pink plastic cup with a straw. “Let’s get you sitting up.” Her mother hit the button and slowly pushed her up into an upright position.

“Better?”

“Yes,” she rasped.

“Here you are.” She held the cup out, and she wrapped her lips around a straw and sucked the cool water down her sore throat. The relief drew a hum from her throat. Pulling away, Keeta cleared her throat.

“I’m so sorry. Times run out,” her mother whispered.

“What are you talking about, Mom?” She furrowed her brow.

“We did our best to protect you, Keeta. Growing up we tried to keep you away from all things magical, but the power ran too deep. The spirits tried to tell me, but I was too stubborn to listen. You were my child, and I wanted the best for you. Your magic was a part of you that refused to be ignored or denied. So, we switched gears, tried to prepare you for what we knew would come, and hid you for as long as we could. I knew the moment I saw you and looked into your eyes you were the one our family had prophesied about.”

“Hid me from what?” Is this some sort of fever dream? Am I still in a comma?

“Everyone who would use you as a weapon.” Her mother’s whisper was full of sorrow and desperation.

“Use me? Mom, you’re not making any sense.” Exasperated, she huffed. Her body ached, and her head felt barely attached to her shoulders. A combination of the powerful medication and exhaustion that came from healing warped her perception. A hazy recollection of a dream tugged at her. What was I supposed to remember? Her brain protested the strain with a dull throbbing at her temples that stopped her from thinking too hard.

Her mother held her hand. “You’re different.”

“Yes, like our entire family is,” Keeta replied, unsure of what her mother wished to convey. She’d never been the type to beat around the bush before. Why hesitate now?

“Yes, but you have power. A scary amount of it. Things have always been drawn to you. Even with us cloaking you to dampen your light, it shone so brightly.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “We tried to do right by you, Keeta. Now I’m not sure we were right.”

“Mom, you’re scaring me.” Her voice warbled.

“Destiny will only be denied so long, baby. Yours is at hand.”

Her stomach knotted. The storm that had been threatening overhead was finally breaking.

“Our family is made up of more than powerful magic workers. We descend from a long lineage of gifted magical beings. It goes back further than you can imagine, and some of the spells created and cast changed the shape of the world as we know it.” She glanced around nervously. “I’m not sure how much time we have. You’re a part of a bigger plan, Keeta. The laws keeping humans safe are crumbling into themselves. You can help change that. I won’t tell you it’ll be easy, or comfortable, but it’s necessary. If I could take this burden from you, I would.” She shook her head. “But it wasn’t meant for me.”

“I don’t understand. What am I supposed to do? Why?” Keeta shook her head. She’d never seen her mother this distraught. Dark circles ringed her puffy red eyes. Regret and apprehension stiffened her muscles and turned her dark brown eyes nearly black.

“I want to tell you more.” Her mother bowed her head. Her mouth clamped shut as if it’d been glued together. “Mmm. Mmmm.” She struggled to speak. Her face turned purple.

“Mom?” She gripped the blankets hard and leaned forward. “Breathe!”

Her mother gasped, greedily sucking in air as her slender form trembled. Tears rolled down her face in a steady stream of salty water. “I can’t. God help me, I can’t.” Her anguished cries sliced at Keeta’s heart.

“You can’t what?” she whimpered, feeling her mother’s pain as her own.

Exasperated, her mother threw her hands into the air and shook her head so hard she thought she might strain a muscle. “T-the d-deal,” she stuttered, stumbling over her words

“What deal?” Her stomach plummeted, and her heartbeat spiked. The monitors beeped nosily in response.

“The one she made to save your life,” a masculine voice answered from the doorway.

Her spine stiffened. The room felt too small. She shrank back against her pillow. His aura was dark and powerful. Nearly six-foot with pale blond hair, crystalline blue eyes, and cheekbones that could draw blood, he oozed strength and dominance.

Predator. He slammed against the wall, pinned into place. She gasped. Did I do that?

“Nakeeta!” her mother hissed.

She’d never been able to manifest her powers this way. She trembled. Images of the powerful medicine man and his words filled her brain. A headache burst through her head.

“Stop this,” her mother demanded.

I don’t know how. She wouldn’t share that weakness in front of this—

His eyes flashed red.

Vampire.

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About the Author:

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Shyla Colt is the sassy USA Today Bestselling author of the popular series Kings of Chaos and Dueling Devils M.C. This genre-hoppers stories feature three of her favorite things: strong females, pop culture, and alternate routes to happy ever after. Listening to her Romani soul, she pens from the heart, allowing the dynamic characters, eccentric interests, and travels as a former flight attendant to take her down untraveled roads.
Born and raised in Cincinnati, Ohio, this mid-west girl is proud of her roots. She used her hometown and the surrounding areas as a backdrop for a number of books. So, if you're a Buckeye, keep an eye out for familiar places.

As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there's never a dull moment in her household.
She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company.

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Friday, December 8, 2017

Book Spotlight, Excerpt, & #Giveaway ~ Bad Blood (Wages of Sin, Book One) by Laurencia Hoffman and Sophie Smith @iwritestories7 #Horror #Paranormal


Bad Blood
Wages of Sin
Book One
Laurencia Hoffman
and Sophie Smith

Genre: Horror/Paranormal

Publisher: Vamptasy Publishing

Date of Publication: 4/3/2016

ISBN: 1532872887
ASIN: B01DTIIGVY

Number of pages: 250
Word Count: 70,000

Cover Artist: Rue Volley

Tagline: Not all monsters live in dreams...some are real and they walk among us.

About the Book:

Vampire, Blake Auckley develops a wild and rebellious nature that puts him and all humans who are unlucky enough to make his acquaintance in danger. Abandoned by his maker, Melina, the night he was created, Blake is used to being on his own, but when she suddenly reappears in his life, it changes his world yet again.

Though forgiving and forgetting the past is hard, Blake and Melina attempt to put their differences aside and repair their relationship. However, with dark secrets and old wounds marking their souls, Blake's enemies not far behind, and so many obstacles still ahead they must fight to survive the danger, as well as each other.

**Saph Note: I'm really looking forward to reading this series and have added them to my Goodreads shelf!**

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Read an Excerpt from Bad Blood:

“Why did you turn me, Melina? Why did you take my life?”
“What are you going to do? Kill me? And here I thought we were getting along so well,” she said with a chuckle.
Blake considered the idea of destroying her there and then; how satisfying it would have been, even if that feeling would only last a moment. But, realistically, he knew that he would still be left with unanswered questions, and the prospect of Silas hunting him down. It would just prove to be more of a hindrance than anything else.
His grip relaxed and then fell from around her throat. “I don’t know why I waste so much energy despising you. Think of what I could accomplish if you didn’t burden my mind.”
Clearly angry that he had been aggressive, her slender fingers clutched his neck and threw him to the floor.
“You’re stronger than I thought you would be, but do not forget your place. It would not matter if I were merely a year older than you; every year counts. Your elders are stronger than you, even if it’s only by a sliver. If you forget that, you may become vulnerable. And in a fight between you and them, you would lose.”
 “You’re attractive when you’re angry,” he said with a smirk.
With a roll of her eyes, Melina released him, got back to her feet, and then composed herself.
However disrespectful he was toward her, he had asked her a question, and it was only polite for Melina to respond.
“I was desperate, lonely, and hungry when I turned you. There was something about your eyes...something that indicated that immortality would suit you.” Her answer was simple. Blake could tell by her answer that she hadn’t put much thought into turning him. “Any other questions?”
“Have I become just what you imagined, your perfect progeny?” That, most of all, was what irked him. She had been so thoughtless, so careless with his life.
“I’m not sure. I don’t really know you, so I can’t make any assumptions. You could use a lesson in manners, though.”

Meet the Authors:

Laurencia Hoffman is the author of Casting Stones, Bittersweet, A Wish for Remembrance, Life and Death, No Love Lost, and co-author of The Wages of Sin series.

When she's not writing, she also enjoys making her own line of natural products, satisfying her sweet tooth, and watching films.






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Sophie Smith is the co-author of the Wages of Sin series. When she's not writing, she enjoys gaming, blogging, and watching her favorite shows.










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Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Book Blast & #Giveaway ~ Bad Blood by P.M. Carlson #Mystery @PMCarlsonWriter

Welcome to the November 7, 2017 Book Blast for 

Bad Blood

by P.M. Carlson

Bad Blood by P.M. Carlson

About Bad Blood:

Bad Blood by P.M. Carlson
After an argument with her grandmother at her Maryland home, sixteen-year-old Ginny Marshall – “born rotten,” according to Gram – gets high and runs away. She turns up on the doorstep of Maggie Ryan and Nick O’Connor’s Brooklyn brownstone. Her presence in Brooklyn is unsettling, but, more urgently, Ginny is a suspect in a murder investigation back home. Maggie travels undercover to Maryland, where she searches for a killer as threads from the past threaten to unravel both families.
This Mystery Company edition is the first paperback publication of the eighth and final novel in the Maggie Ryan series.

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"P.M. Carlson's energetic and insightful novels are back in print — hallelujah!" — Sara Paretsky "BAD BLOOD is a fascinating and illuminating story"–– C. Bartorillo, Murder By the Book BAD BLOOD "has vivid, interesting characters, great dialogue and psychological insight"–– Amazon Reviewer

Book Details:

Genre: Traditional Mystery
Published by: The Mystery Company/Crum Creek Press
Publication Date: 2017
Number of Pages: 294
ISBN: TBD
Series: Maggie Ryan and Nick O’Connor #8
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“Bad Blood” by P.M. Carlson, the Maggie Ryan Mystery #8

After an argument with her grandmother at her Maryland home, sixteen-year-old Ginny Marshall – “born rotten,” according to Gram – gets high and runs away. She turns up on the doorstep of Maggie Ryan and Nick O’Connor’s Brooklyn brownstone. Her presence in Brooklyn is unsettling, but, more urgently, Ginny is a suspect in a murder investigation back home. Maggie travels undercover to Maryland, where she searches for a killer as threads from the past threaten to unravel both families.

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Read an Excerpt from Bad Blood:

Rina had waited a day and faced her daughter. "Honey, I don't want to make a big thing out of an experiment. But drugs are off-limits in this family."
"For sure, Mom. No problem."
The ironic flash in the blue eyes hurt Rina. She had exclaimed, "Ginny, think of your future! You're bright and talented. You can do anything you want!"
Ginny had smiled tauntingly. "Like you, Mom?"
But at least she hadn't come home high again. Till now.
Rina couldn't trust herself to mention it directly today. She said, "Honey, if you have problems, please tell me about them. Don't run from things. You have to face them."
"Oh? You tell me to face them? You? Funny old Mom!"
"Yes, damn it! I've faced problems!" And a hell of a lot bigger than whatever you think yours are, she almost added. But she swallowed her rage; Ginny was high, so arguing wouldn't help now. She said more calmly, "It's just that you could be hurt. I don't want that."
"Yeah, for sure. I could be hurt." That shining, cruel smile again. "Or I could be an addict. Or I could be a movie star. In America I could be anything!" Ginny pushed herself to her feet, scooping up Kakiy. She carried him steadily enough into her bedroom. Rina followed as far as the door. Ginny had made an insert for her backpack, a sturdy cardboard cat carrier with a round porthole window. She put Kakiy into it, took her waterproof poncho from the closet, clapped the fedora onto her head, then frowned at her cluttered table for a moment. Finally she picked up a box of cat treats.
"Where are you going, honey?" asked Rina.
"Library."
Rina sighed. Better to talk to her later. "Okay. See you at dinner."
"Yeah. Save the whales." She kissed Rina almost contemptuously, then pushed by and swung down the hall. Kakiy, unapologetic, gazed back serenely through his porthole as she marched out the door.
She wasn't back for dinner. Rina fought down her worry. But when her mother finally excused herself and went downstairs to her room, she said to Clint, "Maybe Ginny thought we'd be eating late, because of Mamma's bridge game."
"Maybe." Clint, silvery-haired and blue-eyed, paused with a last forkful of cherry pie halfway to his mouth. "You're worried, though."
"Yes."
He tried to be comforting. "She's probably just throwing her weight around."
"Maybe."
"Rina, I hate to see you worrying like this! It's time to get her back in line. It's no favor to go easy on a kid these days. But it's up to you, Rina. I'll back you up, but I'm not here much of the time, damn it."
"She had reason to be mad today."
"Half her fault," he pointed out. He was too much the lawyer, she thought, always ready to see both sides of a question and argue whichever suited him. Rina busied herself cleaning off the table.
But when the doorbell rang at eight-fifteen Rina ran to it, her anxious heart a staccato counterpoint to her footsteps. Two men stood there: stolid faces, intelligent eyes. The older one held out a shield. Police.
"Ginny?" she blurted before they could say anything. "Has something happened to Ginny?"
"No, ma'am," said the older policeman. His voice was flat-pitched, unexcitable. "We're here to ask about a John Spencer."
"Spencer?"
Behind her, Mamma laid a firm hand on her arm. "John Spencer was here this afternoon. Is there a problem?"
"Yes, ma'am. Are you Mrs. Marshall?"
"I'm Mrs. Rossi. Leonora Rossi," Mamma corrected him. "My daughter here is Mrs. Marshall. But I'm the one who knows John Spencer. Not well–– we just met this afternoon."
"I see. Well, ma'am, I'd like to ask you a few questions."
Clint had come up behind them. "We'd be glad to help," he said. "What's the problem?"
In answer the policeman held up his identification again. "Just a few questions, sir," he repeated. "I'm Sergeant Trainer. Homicide."
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Excerpt from Bad Blood by P.M. Carlson. Copyright © 2017 by P.M. Carlson. Reproduced with permission from P.M. Carlson. All rights reserved.
 

Meet the Author:

P.M. CarlsonP.M. Carlson taught psychology and statistics at Cornell University before deciding that mystery writing was more fun. She has published twelve mystery novels and over a dozen short stories. Her novels have been nominated for an Edgar Award, a Macavity Award, and twice for Anthony Awards. Two short stories were finalists for Agatha Awards. She edited the Mystery Writers Annual for Mystery Writers of America for several years, and served as president of Sisters in Crime.

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