Hi, and thanks for joining us on day 5 of the Blogger Book Fair. Today we welcome
Jean Murray, Heather Allen and Drako
First up, Jean Murray and her novel
the 2nd installment in the Keys of the Cursed series.
the 2nd installment in the Keys of the Cursed series.
LOVE FOR BLOOD OR HONOR
Kendra, an Egyptologist and demi-god in waiting, is the key to unlocking Bakari, the Egyptian God of Death, from his cursed slumber. Desperate to free him, she inadvertently binds herself to the god with a spell that only death will undo. To save Bakari from himself, she may have to sacrifice her innocence, and possibly her soul, before he becomes his family's worst enemy.
HAUNTED BY SINS OF THE PAST
Bakari awakens to a world at war and a beautiful woman who has tethered his soul to hers. In the wake of his self-destruction Kendra is his only hope of salvation, but another has vowed to keep Bakari from the one thing he craves most-- his Parvana. His butterfly.
A familiar refuge of horror.
Black and desolate like his soul, the darkness draped the landscape of Bakari’s world. His prison for how long? He could gage only by his hunger, an unbearable pain burning through his chest and eating away what little of his soul remained. The darkness consumed everything, but his insanity.
The onyx obscurity wavered into shades of grey. Bright sunlight danced and flickered in the barren corners of his mind beyond his reach. Bolts of lightning ripped across his skin and mind and tore at the fine fabric of his consciousness. The sheets of darkness fell like ash and scattered into the cold abyss.
His mind retreated—fearful. He had been tricked before only to suffer at the sadistic hands of his captor. The next arc struck harder and deeper. The white inferno fried what tendrils of his coma remained. In the wake of his agony, the soft caress of a human soul and the scent of sweet honeysuckle penetrated his skin. The very element that fed his power—living energy.
Like water for a dying man, the human’s energy trickled but did not satisfy his ravenous hunger. His chest clenched into a ball of fire, ignited by the minuscule energy he absorbed into his soul. The vitality extinguished as quickly as it came. Left barren and wanting, rage consumed him. The goddess Kepi would pay for this new level of depravity. To have living nourishment so close, but denied to feed his dark hunger, was a torture like no other.
The walls of his wooden crypt pressed in upon him. He struggled to move an arm or leg, but the spell of his paralysis was unyielding. He screamed but not a word past his lips. In his mind he thrashed against the invisible bonds, willing himself to break free.
He had not reacted this way since the fateful day of his confinement to his tomb. During his imprisonment he had withdrawn into himself. Numb to the world. His only safeguard against the goddess and the oppressive confines of his prison. Those thoughts of Kepi worsened his agony and current insanity.
Silently screaming, cold tears slipped out of the corners of his closed eyes and trickled down into his hair. He called out to the merciful gods to save him, but in all this time none were answered. His despair suffocated whatever hope he may have left.
Bakari, a soft melody of a voice broke through the chaos in his mind. Ease your pain. She will come to you again. Hold your will, young god. She will set you free.
About the author:
In her pursuit of a nursing degree, Jean Murray aspired to see the world and joined the Navy. At the end of 2011 she said a heart-breaking goodbye to her Navy family and retired after twenty years of military service. Although her dreams of writing full time have yet to come true, she continues her writing journey and draws inspiration from her travels abroad. She enjoys spending time with her family and of course, writing about the “Carrigan sisters and their mates, Gods of the Underworld,” to bring you the next installment of the Key to the Cursed series.
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Jean Murray is hosting a giveaway as part of this tour. Good luck!
Secondly, please welcome Heather Allen, author of the
Just Breathe trilogy
From the blurb of Just Breathe (Book 1):
Ever Harding, an average teenager with a passion for swimming is about to turn eighteen. Out of the blue she has been dumped by her longtime boyfriend, which is the ultimate of tragedies in her life. Little does she know that on that fated eighteenth birthday, she will have to make a choice that will change her life as she knows it forever. A month before her birthday, Ever meets Jack, a mysterious new boy with mesmerizing eyes. He affects her like no one else. This meeting sets things into a whirlwind she never would have dreamed. With Jack's guidance she discovers a family line that leads her to the sea. She must make the ultimate choice, stay on land where life as she knows it, won't change, or go and live in the sea as a mermaid with Jack. Ultimately her choice sets into motion an even bigger decision, in which she has the fate of a race of people, in her hands. The people in the sea are in a feud, she will tip the balance. She must battle the ageless moral dilemma of prejudice and race. Once she comes to terms with her life changing choices, she must ask herself; did I make the right decisions? And is Jack really who I think he is?
I walk slowly into class, early like normal. I would rather be early and watch Michael come in than vice versa. I hate that feeling, when you walk in and everyone is staring at you. I would rather be the one doing the staring. I take my seat towards the back. The seat to the left of me is always empty, now that Michael has found a new spot. The other three sides are all occupied. Sasha to my right is a pretty good friend, so we start up a conversation about the impending game and our predictions for the outcome.
Our teacher, Mr. Griggs walks in and greets us so I turn to face the front and notice in my peripheral vision the seat to my left is not empty, as it should be. No, Did Michael come back? I‘m scared to look. My heart starts to speed up. Slyly I turn my head to the left letting my hair fall into my eyes to mask my glance. My heart stops and my breath catches. It’s him, the boy from the lake. He has ear buds on and he doesn’t notice my glance. I turn the other way quickly and realize I am going to hyperventilate or faint. Ok Ever, you really didn’t see anything, there really is some logical explanation as to why this boy’s hands lit up like a Christmas tree in broad daylight. Calm down.
Then I hear Mr. Griggs drone on about a new student. What? What did he say? I totally missed it. As I glance over to the left, the boy is just sitting back down after being introduced and our eyes meet. He smiles and I blush feeling warmth spread through my face down my neck. Wow, his eyes, he is gorgeous. I keep staring unable to break the lock of his eyes. They are the bluest eyes I have ever seen. They look like the color I would imagine the ocean to be. Suddenly I hear my name.
“Ever Harding,” Mr. Griggs says loudly.
I break my trance and glance around, all the eyes around are on me, I stammer, “Um, Yes Mr. Griggs?”
I sink further down into my seat. “Ever, can you please pair up with Mr. Tanner and show him the assignments for this week?”
“Um yes, Mr. Griggs,” I mumble.
Sasha bumps me with her elbow and asks, “What was that, you just phased out there for a sec.”
I just shrug my shoulders hoping not to draw any more attention. Tanner, I think, what is his first name? I glance over at him and he has a confused, almost frown on his face staring straight at me. There’s that warmth again. I look forward suddenly, maybe my mom was right and I am coming down with something. I put my hand on my forehead to feel for a fever, nope pretty normal.
I lean over towards the new boy, without meeting his eyes and ask, “Um, sorry I didn’t get your first name.”
He backs away and stutters like I surprised him, “It…It’s Jack.”
Then he glances the other way as if trying to avoid eye contact.
I lean over and whisper, “I have fourth period study hall in the library at twelve, can we meet then to…ah, catch you up on the assignments?”
He just nods without looking at me and looks up at Mr. Griggs. He doesn’t glance my way again throughout the rest of the class. When the bell rings, I look over and he’s gone. I think I’m going crazy. Where is Gabbi when I need her?
Second period creaks slowly by, of course because I want to be somewhere else. I practically run to English Lit and see Gabbi talking to Reggie. Lucky me, now I have to share her during our only class together. I sit down and she glances toward me smiling but does a double take when she sees my face.
About the author:
Heather Allen is the author of Just Breathe, Barely Breathing, and Forever Breathing. Heather lives in sunny Florida with her husband and three children. She has dedicated her life to education for the past fifteen years with a Bachelors Degree in Elementary Education and a Masters Degree in Educational Leadership. She finally realized her dream of becoming an author only recently. She savors every moment on this new journey and continues to touch the lives of children now, not only through teaching but also her books.
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Last, but definitely not least, please say hello to Drako who's brought us his novel
The Lost Dragon
Book 1 in the Dragon Hunters series
From the blurb:
Andreas was born a Spartan warrior, long before human history even records Sparta existing. He served directly under Ares, until the day his lover was killed on the battlefield in front of him. On that day, he met his father, the mysterious Black Dragon God known as Jarel. From then on, he served his father faithfully, enforcing the laws of the primordial embodiment of black fire and father of the paranormal. Now, in these modern times, he hunts the rogue vampires and their leader. Little does he know, there's more to this than vampires simply turning against his father. While protecting the lovely Cassandra Odele, Andreas must battle forces he doesn't know as he attempts to stop the resurrection of the Titan king, Cronus. Added to his problems, he now has two teenage nephews to see into adulthood. Of course, there's always a twist when dealing with the gods, and Andreas will come face to face with his past, leaving him to decide which is more important, his soul or the world?An excerpt:
Year 9,234 B.C.
Chaos reigned supreme. This was a battlefield. The Spartans were expanding their territory, or so they thought. This wasn't the easy victory they'd thought. In the midst of this blood bath, two men fought side by side. Andreas had the only man in the army he trusted at his back, Kazarian. Andreas was the taller of the two, but only by a couple of inches. They were in full Spartan armor, a sword in their right hand and shield in their left. They were surrounded, but that wasn't new. They were trained for this.
"You holding up back there?" Andreas asked, parrying a shot from a sword and slashing his attacker across the stomach.
"I'm fine," Kazarian answered.
"We gotta get out of this. We need room to take them out." Andreas blocked with his shield arm and stabbed the next attacker in the stomach, quickly withdrawing his sword.
"Any suggestions on how to do that?" Kazarian kicked an attacker off, then slashed him across the face with his sword. "Yeah, I got an idea." Andreas turned and grabbed Kazarian by the vest of his armor, then jumped up high into the air, flipping over the large group surrounding them. The opposition could only look up in awe at the height Andreas achieved before he landed outside of their ranks, joining up with several allies.
"Holy shit, how the hell did you do that?" Kazarian asked.
"I guess it's true that I'm the son of a god," Andreas answered. "Now get ready."
The opposing army had regained themselves, and charged in. This time, fortunately, Andreas and Kazarian had help, so they couldn't be surrounded. The Spartans charged in too, Andreas and Kazarian never separating. Their swords were red with blood, and it was only going to get worse. The two slashed their way through the onslaught, each one protecting the other, leading their unit through the chaos, even though they weren't officers at all. They were merely the fiercest of their unit, and there were certainly people taking notice.
Battle is unpredictable, however, and the Spartans hadn't counted on reinforcements. But just when they seemed on the cusp of victory, the reinforcements showed. The Spartans were tired, though the idea of surrender didn't occur. They would continue to fight.
"Shit!" Kazarian swore, "Who the hell are these people?"
"Athenians," Andreas answered coldly, his defiant focus falling upon the body armor worn by the encroaching mass. Kazarian spat upon the ground, a little blood mixed with the spittle, as he considered the numerical advantage of their enemy, "Well this isn’t going to be pleasant. So what is our strategy?"
"You know Ares' rules. We don't surrender, we don't negotiate. We fight for the honor of Sparta." Andreas wiped sweat and blood from his brow with his arm. "And today, it looks like we'll die fighting for Sparta."
Kazarian looked hard to the fast approaching hordes and then Andreas. "If we're going to die here, then I have to do something one last time."
Andreas grimaced at the implications of his closest friend and greatest love’s words and turned his head to see the diminished numbers of the Spartan unit who similarly talked amongst themselves; perhaps saying their farewells in preparation for the Athenian onslaught. He smiled his acceptance of the end and looked deep into Kazarian’s dark brown eyes.
These years filled with trust and love forged through the most strenuous of combat training and battle, fighting side by side, back to back, and a shared intimacy were reflected between them as they gazed into each other's eyes. They understood that the forces they stood against were too great to offer any hope of survival. They would be dead before their own reinforcements could arrive.
They removed their helmets and leaned in, their lips coming together for that one last kiss. All their love and emotion poured into it, for what they couldn't deny would be the last kiss they would share. They broke apart, eyes still locked on each other for several seconds, before they finally put their helmets on again and raised their swords and shields. They turned and the unit charged in.
About the author:
Drako was born in 1987 in St. Louis, Missouri. He is mainly a fantasy writer, though he also writes some poetry and general fiction. He is very active on both twitter and facebook and has his own website at www.drakosden.net which is frequently updated with news on his books and fun extras. When he isn't writing, he's busy helping take care of his nieces, playing videogames, reading, promoting, and spending time with family.
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