Tuesday, April 30, 2013

VBT ~ Author Post, Giveaway, & Spotlight: Influential Magic (Crescent City Fae, Book 1) by Deanna Chase (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)

Hello readers of Sapphyria’s Book reviews. Thanks for having me. Today I have a bonus scene from Willow’s seventieth birthday. This takes place seven years prior to Influential Magic. I wanted to give you a glimpse of Willow with her brother Beau and what Willow and Talisen were like before they lost Beau.

Willow’s Seventieth Birthday
A shiver ran through my wings as I stepped barefoot onto the soft sand. Fluttering with nervous anticipation, I rose a few inches off the ground and spotted Beau and Talisen near the bonfire laughing with a petite brunette. I scowled.
“Take it off already,” Kacee, my best friend said.
“It’s too cold.” I tugged my sweater around me, grateful for the warmth. The wind had picked up and was blowing off the pacific.
She raised a pale blond eyebrow and smirked. “Take. It. Off. We did not spend six hours looking for the perfect birthday outfit, just to have you wuss out and keep yourself covered all night.”
I glanced over at Talisen, took in the glow of the fire bouncing off his beautiful tan face, and immediately shrugged out of my sweater. My wings slid easily through the special faery slits and immediately started fluttering again once they were free.
“Willow, stop it,” Kacee ordered. “You can’t look hot when you’re nervous.”
Forcing my wings still, I smoothed my formfitting silky cream-colored top and tugged down on the micro-mini Kacee had talked me into. At five-seven, my legs were giving quite the show.
“That’s better.” She smiled and grabbed my hand. “Come on, let’s celebrate.”
“Hey, took you long enough,” Beau called when we neared the fire pit. Then his eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you wearing?”
I rolled my eyes at my twin brother. “Clothes.”
“Mom let you out like that?”
“Of course she did.” I gave him my best shut-up-before-I-smack-the-crap-out-of-you look and then took the steaming cup of mocha Kacee was holding out to me.
A long low whistle sounded from behind me. I turned and spotted Talisen regarding me with appreciation. “Damn, Willow. Where’d those legs come from?”
I smiled and sipped my drink.
His dark green eyes sparkled as he grinned at me. “Jesus, Beau. When did your sister turn into a hottie?”
Behind Tal, Kacee smiled and gave me two thumbs up. Mission accomplished. I tossed the sweater on the beach. And who needed outerwear when the man of your dreams was heating you from the inside out?
My brother groaned. “Dude, she’s my sister. Do you mind?”
“Thank the fae she’s not related to me.” Talisen winked and laid a casual arm over my shoulders, pulling me close. A shiver ran through my wings that had nothing to do with the cool night air. A tiny sigh escaped my lips.
Beau shook his head and gave Tal a disgusted look and then eyed me knowingly. Being my twin, I was certain he suspected I had a thing for Tal, but we never talked about it. He grabbed my hand and much to my displeasure tugged me out of Tal’s embrace. “I’ve got something for you.”
Frowning, I let Beau lead me to a large driftwood log. Every time Talisen started flirting with me, Beau found some way to interrupt. He was starting to get on my last nerve.
“Don’t look at me like that.” His blue eyes crinkled with humor. “I have your birthday present.”
My irritation vanished. “I thought we were exchanging tomorrow.”
He shrugged. “We were, but I think you’d like this tonight.”
I put my mocha down and held out my hand. “Okay, lay it on me. But you still have to wait for tomorrow, because your gift is under my bed.”
He laughed. “No, it’s not. It’s in the kitchen right where you left it. Well what’s left of it anyway.”
“Beau! You didn’t?” I peered into his eyes and noted his slightly enlarged pupils. “You did.”
He glanced over at the fire and his eyes softened as his gaze settled on small light-haired witch. “I needed it. I figure a girl can’t turn a guy down on his birthday.”
I shook my head. “The courage cake was for your audition.” He was trying out for the local theatre production the next day and I’d made him a small courage-infused cake to help him get through it.
He gave me a wry smile. “There’s a little left. But it doesn’t matter. This is more important.”
I was the only one who knew how deep Beau’s feeling for Carrie ran. I’d bet Talisen didn’t even know. Beau’d been lost on her for a few years now. Unfortunately up until about a month ago, she’d been attached to one of the biggest a-holes in all of northern California. Now that he was out of the picture, Beau needed to step un before someone else did. Every guy in our senior class had his eye on her.
“Good luck,” I said, not at all upset he’d found his present. “Happy birthday, bro. And she better say yes, ‘cause I’m not exactly wearing my butt-kicking clothes.”
He chuckled. “You? Take someone down? Right, but thanks for the support.” He dug in his pocket and placed a small white jewelry box in my hand. “I had this made for you.”
I lifted the lid and slowly pulled out a blood-red stone set in sterling silver. It pulsed with fae magic, but I didn’t recognize what it was. I cast him a questioning glance. “What does it do?”
Beau took the necklace from me and clasped it around my neck. “It protects your heart from getting broken.”
I ran two fingers over the smooth surface and with a smirk, I shook my head. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Yes, it does.” He glowered at me, then cracked a smile. “Okay, it doesn’t, but I wish it did.” He glanced at Tal. “You know he’s like that with every pretty girl he sees right?”
I sighed. “Yes. I grew up with him, too.”
“Just checking.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed. “The stone does contain a protection spell, but it’s for overall protection. It turns cold when danger is in your path.”
Warmth spread throughout my chilled body. Beau had been working on a way to form protection charms for quite a while now. “Is this the first one?”
“Yeah.” He kissed my forehead. “Can’t let anything happen to my little sister, now can I?”
“Little? You’re only four minutes older.”
“Still counts.”
“Whatever you say.” I hugged him back and whispered. “Thank you. I love it.”
“You’re welcome.” He stood. “Now get moving, we have a birthday to celebrate.”
We joined our small group and as Beau headed off to talk to Carrie, I warmed my hands by the fire.
A moment later, Talisen appeared by my side. “Nice necklace.”
“Thanks.” I glanced up at him. “Did you help him with it?”
Tal gave a noncommittal shrug. “It’s his magic inside.”
A smile tugged at my lips. Talisen was skilled in stone magic. Of course he helped him. “Thank you.”
He turned and stared down at me. His long lashes illuminated by the firelight just about made my knees buckle. He was beautiful.
He leaned in and his warm breath tickled my ear. “You’re welcome.”
A tingle started at the base of my neck and slowly made its way down my spine. I was in danger here. If he didn’t move back, I was going to grab him and plant my lips on his in front of Beau and the Gods and everyone. My fingers twitched to do it.
Talisen’s brought his hand up and pushed a lock of my wavy hair from my eyes. “If one of these dudes doesn’t ask you out soon, I’m going to have no choice but to take you out myself.” He gave me one of his slow, lazy smiles and pressed a soft but light lingering kiss to my lips. “Happy birthday, Wil.”
My knees wobbled and before I could say anything, he grinned cockily and disappeared to the other side of the fire.
“Holy fae,” Kacee said, appearing from nowhere and fanning herself.
My cheeks flushed with heat. “Exactly.”

Thank you so much for being here today, Deanna!!!

Influential Magic
Crescent City Fae Book 1
Deanna Chase

Genre: Urban Fantasy

ISBN: 978-0983797876

Number of pages: 318
Word Count: 95,000 words

Cover Artist: Art by PhatPuppy

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Book Description:

It’s tough being a faery in New Orleans, a city fraught with vampires… especially when their very existence drains your life-force.

Willow Rhoswen, owner of The Fated Cupcake and part-time vampire hunter for the Void is having a rough week. Four years after her twin brother’s mysterious death, Willow’s life is threatened and the director saddles her with a new partner—her ex-boyfriend, David. To her horror, he’s turned vamp, which causes her physical pain whenever she touches him… and any other specimen of the undead.

In order to save Willow’s life, David agrees to turn double agent against the most powerful vampire organization in New Orleans. Or so he says. And she’s convinced they know something about her brother’s death. Unsure where David’s loyalties lie, she turns to Talisen, her childhood crush, to help her solve the mystery.

Caught between two gorgeous men and a director who’ll stop at nothing to control Willow’s gifts, she’ll have to follow her instincts and learn who to trust.

Otherwise, she risks losing more than just her life.


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About the Author 
Deanna is a native Californian, transplanted to the slower paced lifestyle of southeastern Louisiana. 

When she isn't writing, she is often goofing off with her husband in New Orleans, playing with her two shih tzu dogs, making glass beads, or out hocking her wares at various bead shows across the country. 

For more information and updates on newest releases visit her website at www.deannachase.com

Monday, April 29, 2013

Book Spotlight (Review Postponed): Touched (The Marnie Baranuik Files, Book One) by A.J. Aalto (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours

The Marnie Baranuik Files, Book One
A. J. Aalto

Genre: paranormal fantasy

Publisher: Booktrope Editions

ISBN: 978-1935961574

Number of pages: 454
Word Count: 158k

Cover Artist: Greg Simanson

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Book Description:

The media has a nickname for Marnie Baranuik, though she’d rather they didn’t; they call her the Great White Shark, a rare dual-talented forensic psychic. Twice-Touched by the Blue Sense--which gives her the ability to feel the emotions of others, and read impressions left behind on objects--Marnie also has a doctorate in preternatural biology and a working knowledge of the dark arts. She is considered without peer in the psychic community.

Then her first big FBI case ended with a bullet in one shoulder and a chip on the other, a queasy heart and a serial killer in the wind, leaving her a public flop and a private wreck. When the FBI’s preternatural crimes unit tracks her down at a remote mountain lodge for her insight on a local case, her quiet retirement is promptly besieged by a stab-happy starlet, a rampaging ghoul, and a vampire-hunting jackass in tight Wranglers. Marnie figures the only real mystery is which one will kill her first.

Too mean to die young, backed up by friends in cold places, and running with a mouth as demure as a cannon’s blast, Marnie Baranuik is about to discover that there’s no such thing as quitting time when you’re Touched.

Sapphyria's Review

Coming Soon!!!!

(Due to a death in the family, college course schedule, and other such happenings, Saph wasn't able to finish this novel on time to post a review today)

About the Author:

AJ Aalto is the author of Touched, first in the paranormal mystery series The Marnie Baranuik Files. Aalto is an unrepentant liar and a writer of blathering nonsense offset by factual gore. When not working on her novels, you can find her singing old Monty Python songs in the shower, eavesdropping on perfect strangers, stalking her eye doctor, or failing at one of her many fruitless hobbies. Generally a fan of anyone with a passion for the ridiculous, she has a particular weak spot for smug pseudo-intellectuals and narcissistic jerks; readers will find her work littered with dark, imperfect creatures, flawed monsters and oodles of snark. AJ cannot say no to a Snickers bar, and has been known to swallow her gum.



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Cover Reveal: Hope's Reign (Book Two of the Memory's Wake Trilogy) by Selina Fenech (Presented by Reading Addiction Blog Tours)

Hope's Reign
Selina Fenech
YA Fantasy
Book Two in Memory's Wake Trilogy
Date Published: May 10, 2013


Everything is slipping away from Memory. The bond of friendship between her, Eloryn, Roen, and Will, that was formed while running for their lives is tearing. In a world that doesn’t feel like home, with a mind filled with nothing but questions, Memory struggles to be true to herself… whoever that is. When her past self starts haunting her, she knows her sanity could be the next thing she will lose.

Selina Fenech

Born in 1981 to Australian and Maltese parents, Selina lives in Australia with her husband, an unnamed cat. During her life Selina has found ancient Roman treasure, survived cancer, had knights joust at her wedding, been mugged for doughnuts, made a living as a visual artist, and shared her imaginary worlds in paintings and now in her novels.

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Friday, April 26, 2013

VBT ~ Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Creatures of Fire by J.B. Brooklin (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)

She is a half demon, oblivious to her true nature. 

He is a demon set out to avenge murder. 

Together they are hunted by the one person she thought she could trust. 

Separate they may be able to save each others lives. 

“Creatures of Fire” a tale about power, ambition, responsibility and trust. 

New York – Paris – Dschinnanya (the world of the demons)

Creatures of Fire
Sariel Baldwin Series 

J.B. Brooklin 

Genre: Fantasy 

ISBN: 1230000109442 

Number of pages: 212 
Word Count: 69836 

Cover Artist: J.B. Brooklin (Cover copyrights: Ring of Fire © dvarg #34150031 – Fotolia.com, the dancer © Alexander Yakovlev #34413982)


Nobody knows how they come into existence. The Ifrit; also called demons or ghosts of the dead.
Fire is their element.
It is said they appear as a column of smoke where murder has happened.

That may be.

It is certain they move with the silence of smoke.
It is certain that human beings can only see them if the Ifrit allow them to.
It is certain they only appear to avenge murder.


It shouldn’t have happened. It was supposed to be impossible. And still, she had seen him, although he was invisible to the eyes of humans.
            “Are you a friend of my uncle?” Her question confirmed his suspicion. With a smile he turned to face her. At the same moment he made sure that the people around them could see him. It would be strange if they noticed her talking to thin air.
            “Yes, but I haven’t met him in a long time. Which is probably why you do not know me.” He offered a short bow. “May I introduce myself? My name is Alexander. And you must be his lovely niece, Sariel.”
            “Nice to meet you.”
Enchanté.” He released her hand with an inner curse. He had no idea what had possessed him to give her a kiss on the hand. Hell! These courtesies had been out of fashion for several decades. And why had he responded in French?
“You are French?” He had drawn her interest with his unusual behaviour. It was the first time in years that he had talked to a human being. Clearly he was out of practise.
            “I am sorry, but I must beg you to excuse me. I have business to attend to with your uncle.” With this rude remark he turned and vanished into the crowd.

Without paying attention to where he was going he found himself in a room, or rather a sanctuary, which offered respite from the crowded terrace where he had met Sariel.
            Sariel. A name out of a fairy tale. And the woman was absolutely... Girl, he corrected himself silently. She was just a girl. Not older than seventeen or eighteen. Whereas he was more than one hundred years old. His interest in her was ridiculous.
With a wry smile he directed his attention to the treasures that surrounded him. The walls were covered with masterpieces. All originals from the greatest painters the world had seen. Here, just to his right, he discovered a Picasso study. Next to it, a Chagall. And there...
“The Tizian!“ He spoke the words aloud in his surprise. Madonna with her child and the holy Lukas and Katharina. It was one of the painter’s few large canvases owned by private collectors.
Against his will he was impressed. Harold Baldwin, the man he had come to kill, obviously had impeccable taste when it came to art. Too bad that he was also an unscrupulous human being who had yet to be punished for his crimes.


He was interesting. Though a bit old-fashioned!
            Sariel tried to catch a glimpse of the hastily retreating figure, but failed. This Alexander was the best-looking man she had ever seen. And not only that, he looked exactly like the one; the lover she had always envisioned in her dreams. The man who would sweep her off her feet. Who would make her forget the tragedy and sadness that were her life.
            But apparently the one had no interest in her.
            “You are just being stupid,” she murmured, careful not to be overheard by the people surrounding her. Not that they seemed to notice. She could have been invisible for all the attention she got. Usually that didn’t bother her. Since her parents had died two years ago she preferred to be left alone. Tonight was no exception...or maybe it was. She would have been glad to talk to this Alexander for a while. He was not only good-looking. Something about him fascinated her, but she couldn’t say what it was. She would have liked to find out what it was about him that gave him this special aura.
            One thing was for certain--he didn’t feel the same way about her. And he was older than she was. Somewhere in his mid-twenties.
            With a sigh she turned around. She would leave this “party,” as her uncle liked to call it. This social gathering was one of the most sought-after events for the upper class in New York. Or rather the whole of the United States. Politicians, actors, writers, and the wealthy loved to mingle at the yearly gathering her uncle held in his Manhattan penthouse--five floors of the most expensive real estate in the city.

“Wait!” The single word was spoken in a low voice. A male voice. Even before she saw him, Sariel knew that it was him. Alexander. All of a sudden she felt a chill crawl down her spine. It was not an uncomfortable feeling; rather it was one of anticipation. Of...she was being stupid again. That much was for sure!
            “I am sorry. It was very rude of me to just leave you like this. Will you forgive me?” Alexander stepped in front of her and smiled apologetically.
            “It’s alright...I...Anyway, I was about to leave.” Her stammering voice sounded horrible in her ears and her face felt hot. God, he must think I am an idiot.
            “I am sad.” He pressed his hand over his heart as if to keep it from shattering. “I was hoping that you would find the time to show me around. Talk to me...and make this evening more pleasant.”
            “No! It...I must leave. Right away.” And with that she left, confused and, at the same time, mad at herself for not staying. For not being brave enough to talk to him; flirt with him. Whatever it was that a woman did when she was attracted to a man.


She was running away! From him! With a puzzled expression on his face Alexander watched Sariel as she wove her way through the crowd. He wasn’t used to women turning him down. In fact, it was usually the other way around. As an Ifrit his appearance changed according to the image a human woman would have of the perfect man; the man to whom she would be most attracted. Usually it wasn’t hard for him to use this to his advantage.
            But not with her. Apparently his normal charms and demon magic didn’t work on her. With a bemused smile he remembered the past. It had been years since he had last tried to seduce someone of the opposite sex. Obviously he no longer knew how to do that. She is just a girl, he reminded himself again. Good for her that she left. Girls didn’t do affairs. They wanted love. And that was one of the many things he wouldn’t give her. Besides, he had work to do. He came to kill her uncle, not to get Sariel Baldwin into his bed. Hell. She was distracting him. Again. He should be focused on the task at hand, not wondering about the actions of some teenager.
            When he exacted revenge he was concentrated, zeroing in on his goal. Not like the confused fool Sariel had made of him.
            Harold Baldwin was going to die.
            But not tonight. His niece had bought him some time. He would return when...
The thoughts of another being invaded his mind. Black pulsating energy was closing in on him. With a sudden clarity that had evaded him before, Alexander knew that he was trapped. Among the many errors that made up this day he had been careless and arrogant. Too sure that Baldwin would not be prepared.
            It was too late to escape now.

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About the Author:

J.B. Brooklin is a German author. Having lived abroad for several years in the US (Oregon, California, Florida, New Jersey), Spain and the Seychelles the writer recently returned to her home country and started writing mystery and fantasy novels. 

When she is not writing, her husband, twins and her cat are keeping her busy.

Twitter: @JB_Brooklin

Blog: www.jb-brooklin.com

Thursday, April 25, 2013

VBT ~ Perfect Misfits by Lawna Mackie (Presented by Bewitching Book Tours)

Book Description:

Ryder, commander of the Levarian legion of gargoyles, has a problem. He keeps dreaming on duty…and falling…neither of which gargoyles ever do. Every dream is of the same woman, and every time, it brings on red-hot, searing pain in the crescent-shaped scar on his palm. Driven to find the woman and the reason for his bizarre dreams, he lets himself fall…

…right through to a place he never knew existed…to the woman of his dreams.

Labeled a misfit, Tempest was snatched away as a child and imprisoned in the hidden realm of Misfit Mountain. Locked up by Fedor, the ruler of the kingdom, who intends to take her as his bride, she has no choice but to brave the dangerous snow and ice of the Mountain to escape. Despairing, faced with the impossible choices of Fedor or death, love is the last thing on her mind, until Ryder snatches her from the air and into a whole new realm of feeling.

Can Ryder find the key to freeing her and save them both?

Book Details:

Perfect Misfits

Lawna Mackie

Genre: romantic fantasy


Number of pages: 272
Word Count: 47853

Cover Artist: Myriah Reed

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About the Author:

I have always believed in fairy tales and when I got tired of the old ones I made up my own. Each story would have a hero and heroine, but they were anything but typical.

I devoured my first romance novel when I was a teenager and soon discovered I couldn’t read them fast enough. Years later I stumbled across my first paranormal romance…an injustice would be done if I tried to explain my joy when I found this genre of romance. Now writing any type of love story is my passion, whether it’s paranormal, fantasy, historical or contemporary–for me it’s all about LOVE and a happy-ever-after.

I am truly blessed. My husband is my hero in every story. My family and my precious animals are my inspiration. We live on a small acreage in Didsbury, Alberta, with Dozer, Daisy, Mandarin and Peppers.

Happy reading everyone, I would love to hear from you.




Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Book Spotlight and Giveaway: Lucius the Fallen (The Fallen Series, Book 1) by Tara S. Wood and Lorecia Goings (Moon Rose Publishing)

 “Relish this moment in My favor. It is your last.” Six angels once sat at the right hand of The Almighty, but an ill-fated decision cast them out of Heaven. Now they serve Him on Earth, slaying demons for their redemption. They are…The Fallen. Lucius, once revered at the side of God, fell to Earth with his brothers to pay penance and atone for his lapse in leadership. Wingless and forsaken, they have all paid a price for their complicity. Lucius’ hubris is now a curse, and he cannot rest until they carry out the last of The Almighty’s orders...and stop a war that has been millennia in the making. Persephone Roberts is always in the right place at the right time, the serendipity allowing her to help people on her travels. When it leads her to cross paths with the band of hard-living fallen angels, she sets her sights on their leader, and is determined to restore Lucius’ faith in their quest. And in himself. But the ancient evil the angels strive to fight has put Persephone in its crosshairs. It will be up to Lucius and his brothers to save her and destroy the minions of the dark. Can the amber-eyed beauty with her accepting heart heal wounds that cut soul deep, and force him to reclaim a glory he once tossed aside? Is he strong enough to realize the path back to Heaven begins with her, or will he be forever...fallen?

Guest Post by Lorcia Goings!  Welcome To Saph's Blog:

It’s in these quiet hours where I want to write.   I love to write.  Its
fun, it’s creative and my imagination has no limits.  However, I hate
typing.  I shudder in front of the keyboard.  Why?  It’s simply because my
left hand doesn’t work.  I had 2 strokes a couple of years ago.  It made
things…harder.  I used to type about 75 words per minute.  Now, it’s more
like 30 if I’m lucky.  Whenever I think about anything, it slows down even
more.  So, yes, this is a bit of free wheeling it.  I never gave any
thought to writing and having issues.  My memory is dreadful, typing’s
slowed way down, I forget things (like doing these posts) and honestly
cannot feel anything with my left hand.

My hand, when it touches something, just tingles…barely.  My leftie gets
stiff and cold.  When I’m typing, I tned to type words backwards, flip the
letters aounrd and such.  Indeed I left those words misspelled on purpose.  It
drives toward akin to bat-poo crazy that I do this.

But I know I”ll get better.  Eventually, I’ll start to pull up with my left
hand.  I love the feel of keys beneath my hand ( well, my right one
anyway), the subtle clicking sound…all of it.  Usually, my writing begins
with the spark in my head of something or someone whispering, “I have a
story to tell you.  Once upon a time…”  And so I have a story.

Actually, I have about 30 of them right now.  I tend to group them together
as crap, potential, one shots or EPIC.  Epic are those that are sort of a
magnum opus for me.  They’re long ideas.  Epics are just barely starting to
whisper in my head.  There is a massive playlist for my epic stories.

Ah, music.  There’s the big secret to writing.  Even some of my favorite
authors have mentioned/talked about music they listen to.  I listen to a
lot of music.


Excerpt (18+) (Sorry Young Adults and those who don't prefer this type of novel~~Saph)

The subtle whoosh of air from the doorway ahead made all five angels turn as one. “Is there another one?” Lucius muttered. Turning to Domniel, he said, “Can you smell another one?” Domniel lifted his head and walked toward the doorway. “Hard to tell. That smell's everywhere. I'll follow it and see what I find.” “Good. Elijah, go with him,” Lucius said as he bent toward the pool of goo to begin purifying the remains. From the corner of his eye, Lucius watched Elijah nod and jog off to catch up with Domniel. Task finished, he placed the vial of holy water in his pocket, and called after the blind angel. “Dom?” “Yeah, man, out here.” He motioned to Jude and Mordecai, and they ran across the street to another parking lot. He paused as he realized Domniel and Elijah weren’t alone. A woman stared at them from across the lot. She looked calm. A dark halo of thick curls was pulled back tight, emphasizing an oval face and high cheekbones. The assassin-chic ensemble she sported could not detract from the feminine perfection she represented. She laid smoldering eyes on them and growled, her voice smoky and rich, “Figures I would find pigeons here. It is the gutter, after all.” Domniel’s head tilted and Lucius knew he was trying to locate her. He caught a whiff of sand and something exotic and ancient. He knew the blind angel had found her when he turned, putting his shades on her. “Where the f*** did you come from?” Domniel snarled. She laughed, the sultry sound designed to stir men’s loins. “A higher plane of existence, you useless bird.” His dark sunglasses looked her up and down. “No s***, you a Jersey girl? That explains a lot.” She glared at him before bringing her arm forward to reveal a flaming scimitar. “You pigeons always have to crap on somebody else's sidewalk, don’t you?” Lucius stepped forward and laid a hand on Domniel's shoulder, urging him to stand down. Apprehension collided with recognition like a shot to his gut, and he gave the deposed goddess a slow, tight smile, hoping that this encounter would leave them with all their limbs. “Hello, Khemrhy.” “Do you have any idea what you just screwed up?” Khemrhy laid the scimitar across her back, the fire dying and sword disappearing before she leaned against an old Chevy pickup, one foot planted squarely on the front bumper. Before anyone could slap a hand over his mouth, Domniel spouted, “Could it be your hot date for this century?” Khemrhy smiled and stood back up. “No, you fool. You messed with my hunt. He was leading me back to something important. Not that you could ever understand that.” Always cautious in his dealings with Khemrhy, Lucius put a hand over Domniel's mouth and said, “We think there's a second one. Did you see anything?” “Of course. The other one went that way,” she said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder to indicate the alley behind her. Something about it seemed too simple, but a gust of wind brought the stench of brimstone strong enough that they could all smell it. As Lucius, Jude, and Mordecai began to head past Khemrhy, they instinctively gave her a wide berth. From behind them, Domniel said, “I'll stay here and keep an eye on her. I still don't trust the bitch.” “Little hard to keep an eye on someone when you're blind, pigeon,” she quipped. “Maybe you should get a dog.” Lucius heard Domniel mouthing off in the distance and rolled his eyes, hoping she didn't remove any limbs. This time. “A dog, huh? You’ll do. Let me see if I can find a leash and a muzzle,” Domniel snapped back. “Though you might be a little front end heavy to be running around on hands and knees, fetching shit for me.” As the wind picked up, Lucius could see Domniel’s head swivel as he struggled to locate Khemrhy’s dissipating scent. Elijah signed to him in a panic, the fluttering of his fingers reaching through to the blind angel. “S***! S***! S***! I lost her! Where is she? I don't speak finger-f***!” Lucius whirled in a circle, hoping that even he could get a quick scent to target the goddess. Ten feet in front of his sightless brother, Khemrhy growled, “I’ve got a front end for you.” And then the truck came crashing down on Domniel. From his viewpoint behind Domniel, Lucius watched as Khemrhy planted her boot on the truck's bumper and pushed down hard to lever it upward. When she started pushing down with her foot, Elijah began frantically signing the word, “Chevy” to no avail. As the truck stood on end, she reached down, grabbed the bumper, and swung the entire vehicle over her head. The pickup came down in a barrage of creaking steel, slamming Domniel hard into the pavement. He gave a loud, anguished grunt as Elijah ran to his side. Twisted metal groaned as Elijah tried to maneuver chunks of the vehicle up off him. “Get…off me… f***ing bitch!” he gurgled. Khemrhy laughed as she made her way to a Triumph motorbike parked beneath one of the street lights. Lucius and Jude ran to assist. “What the f*** happened? Dom?” “Chevy half-ton pickup,” Elijah signed to Lucius. Lucius winced, reaching for parts of the vehicle. “Ouch.” The sound of the Triumph's throttle rumbling got their attention and they turned. Khemrhy smiled back, flipping them her middle finger before roaring off down the street. Domniel lay on his back, his chest caved in, laboring for enough breath to groan. Lucius shook his head. “You know better than to piss her off. She could've killed you, dumbass.” Domniel wheezed, turned his head and spat out two bloody teeth. “Get 'Magic Fingers' over here - good to go.” Elijah tapped Lucius on the shoulder and gestured to Domniel. “Yeah,” Lucius nodded. “Do your thing. And get him to walk. I'm not fucking carrying his wiseass back.” They came forward and closed ranks, making a circle around him. Elijah knelt down next to the blind angel, stretched out his hands and cracked his knuckles. “Just f***ing get to it, mute. My b***s are wedged up in my ribcage.” Domniel's eyes fluttered closed in between gasps. Jude snorted. “Why can't you be the mute?” Lucius held a hand up, silencing them. Elijah rubbed his hands together and closed his eyes. The silent angel’s hands trembled for a moment and then glowed with a soft, white light. He placed both of them, palms down, on what was left of Domniel's chest and took a deep breath. Domniel lit up, his chest echoing the glow from Elijah’s hands, and he let out a deep, relaxing sigh. “F***, yeah. I bet the chicks love that shit.” “Shut up,” Lucius warned. Domniel sighed again and gave into the healing.

Author Bios

Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.

 Lorecia is a native Houstonian who did not escape in her adulthood. So she camps out in NW Houston concocting her own special variety of chaos but rarely finishes it without the continual prodding of best friend Tara. She loves to laugh, bead, write, eat and hug kitties. She also loves to have fun and can usually be found on any given Friday night off chatting her head off at Denny’s with her bestie.


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