Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Time to Think About Halloween Book Promotions



Halloween is 96 days away!

That means you only have less than 45 days until you should start heavily promoting anything Halloween related- especially books with Halloween themes, paranormal settings, supernatural elements and horrifying stories. 

The stores are already putting out Halloween decor. You should be planning your Halloween season promotions.

September and October are hot sales times for paranormal romance, urban fantasy, horror, paranormal erotica, and cozy mysteries with paranormal elements.

Bewitching Book Tours is offering a fun Halloween Themed Book Tour option open to all authors who have a book featuring supernatural characters, terrifying tales, haunted homes, wicked or wonderful witches, vampires, werewolves, demons and more. 

This is a Halloween tour option, not a group event where your book could get lost in the crowd of other books. 

This special tour package offers authors individual tours combined with the cross promotion of an overall Halloween event, a group Rafflecopter, and a group facebook party.  Yes, each author receives their own Halloween themed tour during Bewitching Book Tours’ Haunted Halloween Spooktacular from September 18- October 31.

Each participating author will receive:

* 1 1/2 month Halloween Theme Virtual Book Tour (retail value $235) 
* Custom tour banners
* Professional media kit
* Option to offer review copies
* Group rafflecopter for cross promo
* Time slot in Halloween Facebook Party

There will be one group Rafflecopter for the event- this will offer a giveaway sponsored by Night Owl Reviews in addition to one item each author wishes to giveaway (optional). Each author can have 3 entry options on the rafflecopter- newsletter sign up, Twitter, and Facebook.

In October there will be a multi-author Facebook party for all Spooktacular Authors. (Retail value $10 per author)

Total retail value for this event is $245, sign up now and get it for just $100

To participate you’ll need to provide details for one book you wish to promote including a high resolution jpeg of your cover and an excerpt. 

You’ll also need to provide a Halloween theme guest blog( which can be recipes, music playlists, costume ideas or DIY tutorial, etc- anything Halloween related), short Halloween flash fiction story, or a Halloween poem. (you may submit 2 of these items)

For the Facebook Party you’ll need quizzes, games and a few small prizes for your author party block (ebooks, $5 gift cards, etc).

The early bird fee for this promotion is $100 per author for one book. If you wish to promote additional books each additional book is $50.

Price goes up to $150 per author August 1.

This event has a limited number of spaces available. Payment is required at time of sign up to reserve your space.

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Want Halloween promotion without the group events? Sign up for a Spellbinding Special Tour Package for the month of October tour for just $125 (retail value $145) Sign up here: http://goo.gl/dNgqXv use code HALLOWEEN2017

Monday, July 24, 2017

Hunted: A Jonathan Harker Novel by Christopher Draven




Hunted: A Jonathan Harker Novel
Christopher Draven

Genre: Supernatural Thriller/Urban Fantasy

Date of Publication: May 14th, 2017

ISBN: 978-1547126866
ASIN: B071NZC3Z9

Number of pages: 270
Word Count: 55,000

Book Description:

Slinging Spells with Broken Ribs Isn't Easy

Jonathan Harker, mage and life-long demon hunter, wakes to find himself tied to a chair and severely wounded. His captor, a demon in service to a summoner who wants Harker alive.

Armed with impossibly powerful magic and a gang of demon toughs, the summoner has snared Harker in a deadly trap. Nothing is ever easy, and being new in town has left Harker with few allies. However, with help from a Fortune-Teller named Clover and a self-described "Kitchen Witch" named Momma Dee, Harker fights back.

To prevail, Harker must walk unprepared into a pit of demons and black magic - and come out alive on the other side.





Excerpt:

My brain righted itself, and I could pull my thoughts together.
Neither demon seemed to possess magic. Instead, the creatures relied on their strength and speed. There was no matching those physical attributes. To survive, I would need to use a different tactic. Direct confrontation had failed, twice. My next trick was misdirection.
“Tell me,” I said. “How did a low-powered summoner rank high enough to afford two Demon Nobles?”
Both demons, who were whispering to one another across the room, turned to face me.
“You know us,” Cresh said with a tone of surprise. The demon still pressed one hand tightly against his wounded side.
“Yes,” I said.
“You knew and you still entered to battle?”
“To be fair,” I said. “I had no idea who was waiting.”
Cresh huffed a small laugh; Mindal growled.
Well, I thought. I know which one is the smart one.

About the Author:

Christopher Draven has worked as an instructional designer, newspaper journalist, and ghost writer.

One soggy Monday morning, he committed to leaving behind the soul-stealing work of corporate puppetry and escaped to a meadow where he could concentrate on his passion. Since that fateful day, Christopher has focused on learning the craft of fiction.

Hunted: A Jonathan Harker Novel was Christopher’s debut, and his best friend said it was swell.


Twitter: @writerdraven





Friday, July 21, 2017

Bewitching Book Tours Free Book Friday – July 21- Grab Your Free eBooks Today


Mouth Watering
St Leasing
Book One
LP Maxa

Genre: Romance

Book Description:

Corey Cooper, the new guidance counselor at all boys prep school, St. Leasing, discovers nothing is what it seems, especially the mouthwatering coach, Dominic Hardy.

EVERYTHING SHE NEEDED...

Looking to change her life, Corey Cooper moves across the country to a remote town in Colorado to become the new guidance counselor at St. Leasing, a prestigious all boys prep school. But soon she learns her attraction to the gorgeous head coach, Dominic Hardy, is more than the usual chemistry, and that her students are more than the typical randy teenage boys.

WAS WRITTEN IN HIS SOUL

Dominic Hardy loves his life at St. Leasing. As head coach, he's fulfilled by his career, and in the small Colorado town outside the school's gates he has all the entertainment a man could desire. No complications, no attachments, life was good. Then Corey Cooper comes to St. Leasing and Dominic's instincts kick in - she is his, and that's for life. Throw in a troubled teen, a tyrannical parent, and a mysterious disappearance, and all of a sudden everything at St. Leasing has become a matter of life or death for his kind.


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Evelyn's Journal
Darkness and Light Series
Book One 
MJ Gardner


It's cold and dark and Evelyn is in the morgue. In a drawer. She doesn't know how she got there, and Tammi, the morgue attendant who hustles her out into the night, doesn’t have time to answer questions.

Evelyn has been robbed of the gift of immortality her absent lover promised her, and plunged instead, alone, into the night-time world of the vampire. In her search for love and belonging Evelyn must contend with a series of lovers who have their own ideas about what being a vampire means, and who she should be.

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Dead and Delicious by Tara West



Dead and Delicious
Tara West

Genre: PNR


Release Date: July 17, 2017

Book Description:

Two zombies and one skeleton on a road trip to Vegas to kill a witch, stop an apocalypse, and rescue their friends from the belly of a shadow dragon.


Nothing weird about that.

Five things I learned while being a fallen angel zombie:

1. Duct tape works better than embalming.

2. Alopecia is not my favorite hairstyle.

3. Fried demons smell like bacon.

4. This brain breath is affecting my love                  life.

5.  Nothing ruins a honeymoon like an apocalypse.



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Excerpt 2:

“Ash,” Melanie hissed behind me, “that zombie looks like you.”
            I clutched Aedan’s side, staring into a set of familiar green eyes, watching with horror as my doppelganger bit the head off a stiff squirrel corpse, crunching its little bones and spitting clumps of fur out the side of her mouth. She was wearing a purple dress that came just above the knees. I recognized that dress. I’d gotten it at a steal of a price at one of those brand name resell shops, and I’d been waiting for the right date to wear it. Guess my mom figured my date with death was as good a time as any. Zombie Ash had on no shoes, and judging by the bald spots all over her head, she’d decided alopecia was the new trend in hairstyles.
            She gaped at all of us before mumbling, “Hungry.” Then she took another bite.
            I swooned in Aedan’s arms, momentarily disoriented as he led me to a nearby stone bench and sat me down.
            “Ash, are you okay?”
            But I wasn’t looking at him. I was looking at my corpse while she gnawed on rotten roadkill. I covered my mouth with my hand, bile projecting into my throat. “She… she… ewwww.” I was too shocked and repulsed to say anything else. Finally, I looked up at Aedan, amazed I managed to form a coherent thought. “How is my corpse walking when I’m not even in it?”
            Tank leaned on his scythe, scowling at my zombie double. “Demon magic. Powerful demon magic.”
            Clearly this was the cemetery where I’d been buried. I’d died nearly a year ago, which meant, thanks to embalming, my body appeared to be intact. I didn’t know who had resurrected me, but how dare that demon make me a zombie! And how dare my zombie stoop to eating roadkill! Couldn’t she have at least have found a deli or burger joint? Dear Lord, I’d even settle for a gluteny bagel or breadstick. Forget what gluten did to my insides. I’d eaten a lot of questionable shit, but I reached a new level of low with raw, rotten animal carcass. 
            She pulled a piece of tendon out of her tooth, or maybe that was a maggot, then gaped at us with a vacant expression. “Hungry,” she groaned again shoving the tendon between her pursed lips and slurping it down like she was sucking up a spaghetti noodle.
            My fellow ghosters gagged, and Melanie threw up on the grass beside me. My corpse’s eyes widened, and she licked her lips as she eyed my friend. I didn’t know if she was hungry for barf or brains, but I’d had enough.
            I jumped to my feet as my corpse ripped the animal’s torso in two. “That’s disgusting!” I hollered. “Hello, dummy!” I wildly waved my arms. “Go back to your coffin. Look at you,” I sneered, pointing at her gray, spongy legs and arms. A bone was poking through her elbow, and her skin was peeling at the knees. “You’re falling apart! You shouldn’t be walking around.” 
            Aedan was at my side, jerking me back. “Don’t get too close to her.”
            “We need to get back to the church,” Sarge called.
            The Ash zombie bit into the squirrel’s stomach, chewing on its innards and staring blankly at us as if she was a cow, mindlessly eating hay.   
            “Ewww!” I screamed, lurching forward and swatting the rodent from her hands.
            It happened so fast. One second I was Ash, the purgatory bride, and the next, my spirit was pulled into zombie Ash like a genie being drawn back into the lamp. My scream was sucked into the vortex with me, and in the next moment, I was staring up at Aedan, trying my best to yell through a scratchy throat while spitting out stale squirrel fur that was stuck to the roof of my mouth.
            “Omigod!” I struggled to sit, but my body was so stiff, I could barely move. “Aedan, what happened?”
            “Ash!” He leaned over me. The look of horror in his eyes would have been comical if I hadn’t been the object of his repulsion. “Are you okay?”
            “No, I’m not okay.” I slapped the ground and kicked my feet, then winced when my knee popped out of socket. “Why would I be okay? What the hell happened?”
            To his credit, Aedan grabbed my arms and pulled me to a sitting position, but I could tell by the way he winced that he did not like touching me. “I think your spirit went into the zombie.”
            “What?” My hand flew to my mouth, and that’s when I realized I was still holding the squirrel carcass. I dropped it with a shriek. “Omigod, Aedan! Get me out of here.” Where had my other body gone? Back to purgatory? Or since my other body was a spirit, maybe it was all inside the zombie. I’d spent a lot of credits on that wedding gown. I sure hoped I got it back.
            “Easy, sweetheart,” he soothed. “We’ll think of something.”
            He grabbed my elbows and pulled me to my feet, and that’s when I felt another pop, only this one was followed by a sickening tingling that numbed my fingers.
            I looked at my dangling arm. “You dislocated my arm!”
            He tried to put my arm back in its socket. “It just fell out.”
            I threw up my one good hand. “I’m a walking corpse… on my wedding day!” I would have cried had I any tears, but I was more dried up than a ninety-year-old vagina. 


About the Author:

Tara West writes books about dragons, witches, and handsome heroes while eating chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate. She's willing to share her dragons, witches and heroes. Keep your hands off her chocolate.

Tara West's young adult and new adult romances have been Kindle bestsellers. A former high school English teacher, Tara is now a full-time writer and graphic artist. She enjoys spending time with her family, interacting with her fans, and fishing the Texas coast.


@TaraWestauthor


Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Bewitching Book Tours Haunted Halloween Spooktacular



Bewitching Book Tours is offering a fun Halloween Themed Book Tour option open to all authors who have a book featuring supernatural characters, terrifying tales, haunted homes, wicked or wonderful witches, vampires, werewolves, demons and more. 

If your book features Halloween, has paranormal elements, spooky settings, or is a terrifying tale of horror join us for Bewitching Book Tours’ Haunted Halloween Spooktacular September 18- October 31.

This special tour package offers authors individual tours combined with the cross promotion of an overall Halloween event, a group Rafflecopter, and a group facebook party.

Each participating author will receive:

* 1 1/2 month Halloween Theme Virtual Book Tour (retail value $235) 
* Custom tour banners
* Professional media kit
* Option to offer review copies

There will be one group Rafflecopter for the event- this will offer a giveaway sponsored by Night Owl Reviews in addition to one item each author wishes to giveaway (optional). Each author can have 3 entry options on the rafflecopter- newsletter sign up, Twitter, and Facebook.

In October there will be a multi-author Facebook party for all Spooktacular Authors. (Retail value $10 per author)

To participate you’ll need to provide details for one book you wish to promote including a high resolution jpeg of your cover and an excerpt. 

You’ll also need to provide a Halloween theme guest blog( which can be recipes, music playlists, costume ideas or DIY tutorial, etc- anything Halloween related), short Halloween flash fiction story, or a Halloween poem. (you may submit 2 of these items)

For the Facebook Party you’ll need quizzes, games and a few small prizes for your author party block (ebooks, $5 gift cards, etc).

The early bird fee for this promotion is $100 per author for one book. If you wish to promote additional books each additional book is $50.

Price goes up to $150 per author August 1.

This event has a limited number of spaces available. Payment is required at time of sign up to reserve your space.

Sign Up Here: https://goo.gl/forms/2mmGSgY5AXf9Ke5S2

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Author Sign Ups Are Now Open for Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

  Author Sign Ups Are Now Open for 
 Bewitching Book Tours Second Annual
Haunted Halloween Spooktacular September 18- October 31

Bewitching Book Tours is offering a fun Halloween promo

tion open to all authors who have a book featuring supernatural characters, terrifying tales, haunted homes, wicked or wonderful witches, vampires, werewolves, demons and more.

If your book has paranormal elements, spooky settings, or is a terrifying tale of horror join us for Bewitching Book Tours’ Haunted Halloween Spooktacular.

A month and half of Bewitching Tour Stops, Social Media Promotion and a Kindle Fire Giveaway along with a multi-author Facebook party in October.

To learn more and sign up visit this link:

To participate you’ll need to provide details for one book you wish to promote including a high resolution jpeg of your cover and an excerpt. You’ll also need to provide a Halloween theme guest blog or a short Halloween flash fiction story.

For the Facebook Party you’ll need quizzes, games and a few prizes for your author party block.

The fee for this promotion is $100 per author for one book. If you wish to promote additional books each additional book is $50.

       

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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Bewitching Book Tour Bundles

Introducing Limited Time Bewitching Book Tour Bundles

Have a book you want to promote heavily? Or do you have multiple books you need to promote? 

Check out our bundled deals.

Bundle 2 and 3 are perfect for authors with a couple new releases coming up or for Publishers who have multiple books to promote.

Buy the bundle now, use them anytime. 

Bundle deals do not expire, but your chance to purchase them does.

Bundles will only be available to purchase until August 1.

You must use codes BUNDLE1, BUNDLE2, or BUNDLE3 to receive bundle pricing

Not available with any other offer or special pricing

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Bundle up and receive big discounts on Bewitching services

Bundle 1 features a cover reveal, release day blitz and one month tour for just $180


Bundle 2 features 2 release day blitzes, 2 two week tours, and 2 newsletter blasts for only $240


Bundle 3 features 3 release day blitzes, 3 two week tours, and 3 newsletter blasts



You can use the bundled services on one book or split them up for multiple books. 

One month advance booking still applies. Which means if you want to tour September 1 you would need to schedule it by August 1.

They Were Watching Over Him and His Pets- Joy To His World #BDSM #PNR #Menage #RomanceNovel




Blurb

[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, HEA]

Chris Spinell, Jilly Reimers, and Chris “Nate” Poole are happily married. Now living in a small town run by The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Chris Spinell hopes his family is safely away from the possible dangers that come from living in a big city.

Jilly and Nate cherish the life they have with Chris. They even love the fact that he is their Dom. BDSM gives them the structure and sense of belonging they’ve always wanted. However, life in Minaqua doesn’t give Chris the peace of mind he needs in order to quell his anxieties. The scars from his time in Afghanistan run so deep, Chris’s PTSD will not allow him to escape the fears that his family is at constant risk for harm.

When a stranger comes to town seeking to harm Jilly and Nate, Chris’s protective instincts are put to the test. Will he deal with this reasonably, or will he do whatever it takes to defend his family—including breaking a solemn oath?




Excerpt

Chris chuckled. Not a problem.

He never told anyone other than Jilly and Nate about his friends who were former military and BDSM practitioners. He knew Jilly and Nate wouldn’t speak about it to anyone nor would the other members of his BDSM group. Their name of their group and its purpose was a closely guarded secret among them.

It was more proof that the Eros had some mystical way of keeping tabs on the inner matters of their clients’ hearts. Nevertheless, it was damn weird and embarrassing, not to mention annoying. If they could do this, he wondered if they kept tabs on how he fucked his husband and wife, too.

I am contacting you to say that you are now entering a new phase of your love walk. As scary as it may feel, press forward and trust your heart. That is where the truth lies, not in the anxiety that you
often feel, the Eros wrote.

What do you mean? Chris texted back.

Be willing to take risks with yourself and your family. 

I don’t agree, Chris replied. I refuse to play Russian roulette with our lives. 

Without risks, you won’t grow. 

All I know is that I have to protect my family, Chris replied ...It’s my life. Not anyone else’s. I make the decisions.




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Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Spotlight and Giveaway- Soul Reaping by Anne Hope


Soul Reaping
Dark Souls
Book 4
Anne Hope

Genre: PNR/UF

Date of Publication: July 1, 2017

ISBN: 978-0-9959602-4-4
ASIN: B0723HC6J5

Word Count: 90K

Cover Artist: Rae Monet

Tagline: To save the world he damned, he must sacrifice everyone he loves.

Book Description:

For six millennia, Cal has fought to guard mankind against the evil he unleashed upon it—his offspring, the Nephilim. Now, in order to avert another Great Flood, he must unite the Sacred Four. Problem is, one of these souls once cost him his grace and shattered his all-too-human heart.

Four years ago, Kleio awakened in an unfamiliar body to find her reality completely altered. Her only desire is to see her husband again. When Cal finally comes for her, she believes her prayers have been answered. Until she realizes the Watchers’ leader is nothing like the passionate angel she remembers.

Cal fights his sinful attraction to the woman who led to his fall, aware that for the world to be saved, the Sacred Four must die. But Kleio is determined to make him feel again. For the first time in centuries, he questions his dedication to his mission. When the floodgates open, will he have the strength to sacrifice everyone he loves or will he damn humanity a second time?

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Excerpt-Chapter One

For four years she spoke his name each night before she drifted off to sleep and each morning when she awoke, but he never came for her. There was a time when all Kleio had to do was think of Calliel and he’d appear, a glorious winged warrior with piercing silver eyes and hair as golden as the sun.
Even when he’d fallen, their connection hadn’t waned. It had grown stronger.
But now, in this futuristic world, where light came from glass bulbs and food could be warmed at the touch of a button, whatever bond had linked them to one another had been severed, setting her adrift.
So she’d adapted, learned these people’s tongue, figured out how to operate their strange new-world machines and live as one among them. They called her Daphne, like the tiny pink and white flowers that had once bloomed in her courtyard. At first she’d argued that her name was Kleio. Whenever she did, her new family would give her that sad, mournful look and a smile meant to pacify, then go right back to calling her Daphne.
In time, she’d accepted the name along with her new life, but not a moment went by when she didn’t wonder about Calliel. What had become of him, of their son, Athanatos? She’d given her soul to save her boy. Why then was she suddenly free?
She’d spent countless hours catching up on her history, trying to understand what had transpired in the past six millennia while she’d slumbered. What she’d learned both fascinated and horrified her. Her entire civilization’s history had been wiped away, all the progress her small village had made thanks to the angels erased and forgotten. Historians called her time period the Neolithic era, neos lithos, the new Stone Age.
How insulting. Her people had invented farming, weaponry, pottery, sculpting…and yet, according to the great minds of today, they’d been no better than monkeys, running around swinging wooden clubs.
She didn’t blame historians for their faulty assumptions, though. She blamed the heavens. As Calliel had feared, a Great Flood had come, wiping out most of humanity...and her history along with it. It had taken thousands of years for mankind to achieve the progress her small civilization had enjoyed in the so-called Stone Age, all because the angels had thrown a temper tantrum.
Kleio couldn’t help but wonder, had the flood wiped out the fallen and their cursed offspring as well?
She couldn’t bear the thought of existing in a world without Athanatos, without Calliel. And yet here she was, imprisoned in a home she could never call her own, living with a family who insisted on addressing her by someone else’s name.

“Daphne, darling, are you ready?” Joyce shuffled into the living room, a large purse strapped over her shoulder. “We’ll have to leave soon if we’re going to beat the Christmas rush.”
Christmas, short for Christ’s mass, meant to celebrate the birth of Christ, yet another pivotal event she’d slept through. “Sure, Mom. Let’s go.” She’d promised Joyce she’d go shopping with her, and Kleio wasn’t one to break a promise.
At first, pretending to be Daphne had been both physically and emotionally draining, but in time it had gotten easier. Joyce and Theo had taken her in, given her a home, helped her recover from her injury. The least she could do to repay them was allow them to believe their daughter had survived the car crash and her subsequent coma.
They had just pulled the plug on the machine that was keeping Daphne alive when Kleio had awakened in the deceased woman’s body. No wonder they’d looked at her as though they’d seen a ghost.
Kleio pulled on her jacket and followed Joyce to the car, tightening the scarf around her neck as a light drizzle began to fall. The probability of a white Christmas in San Francisco was low, but December was rainy season and considered one of the coldest months of the year.
Once ensconced in the white Audi, Joyce gave her a wistful glance. “We used to do this all the time when you were little. You always begged me to take you to Union Square so you could see the Christmas tree.” Joyce watched Kleio for a reaction, hoping against hope that a memory would miraculously unfurl in her mind.
Kleio simply smiled, saddened by the desperation she caught in the woman’s soulful brown eyes. She understood better than most the agony of wishing for something that could never be. “We can pass by and see it, if you like.”
A gleam of pleasure cut through the pain, and Joyce beamed. “That’s a wonderful idea, darling. Maybe—” She didn’t finish her sentence.
Then again, she didn’t have to. Kleio knew exactly what the woman had been about to say.
Maybe the tree will trigger a memory, the past four years will melt away, and you’ll be my Daphne again. Then I’ll stop seeing a stranger each time I look at you.
The rain picked up speed, pummeling the windshield with violent fists. Dark, churning clouds gathered in the distance, blocking all traces of the sun. Funny, the forecast hadn’t called for a storm today.
“I’m starting to think this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“Nonsense.” Joyce kept a firm grip on the steering wheel as the car coasted forward. “It’s just a little rain.”
Cars. That had been the greatest adjustment of all. Who would’ve thought that in the future people would travel around in steel boxes, catapulting forward at inhuman speed?
When they neared the Golden Gate Bridge, Kleio gripped the door handle, as though the futile act could protect her from a two-hundred-foot plunge into San Francisco Bay. The three-mile long suspended bridge always sent ice chips skittering along her spine, and today was no exception.
Joyce assumed her fear stemmed from the car accident Daphne had suffered, and Kleio didn’t bother to correct the woman’s misconception. What could she say?
I hail from a time when the only means of transportation were a stubborn mule and a pair of scuffed sandals. Oh, and let’s not forget the angels.
She’d flown with Calliel a time or two, before he’d been ruthlessly stripped of his wings. She remembered what it had felt like to soar thousands of feet from the ground, the world below fading, becoming a tangled blur of shapes and colors. With his arms fastened around her, she’d felt safe and ridiculously happy, as though there wasn’t a force in heaven or hell powerful enough to pry her from his grasp.
She’d been wrong. 
The wind blustered, shaking the vehicle until it groaned. The bridge seemed to rattle beneath them, and fear snatched the air from her lungs. “Turn back.”
“I can’t.” Joyce gave her a sympathetic grin. “We’re almost there. Don’t worry, honey. We’ll be fine.”
No, they wouldn’t. This was no ordinary storm. Kleio felt it in her bones. Darkness swept over them, cold and greasy and familiar.
The bay suddenly bubbled. Similar to a leviathan rising from the depths of the sea, a giant wave surged, accumulating in mass as the car arrowed forward. Surely, the swell couldn’t reach two hundred feet in height, could it?
Kleio closed her eyes, uttered another desperate prayer. “Calliel, where are you? I need you.”
The darkness thickened, finding purchase in her soul. With a thunderous whoosh, the wave crested over the bridge, washing everything from its path. Joyce screamed as she lost control of the Audi. The sedan flew sideways, sweeping across the blacktop in a graceful glide reminiscent of Cal’s wings.

Then, with an ear-splitting clang, it breached the metal barriers and plunged, nose-first, into the hungry bay.

About the Author:

Anne Hope is the author of emotionally intense romances with a twist—a twist of humor, a twist of suspense, a twist of magic. All her stories, however, have a common thread. Whether they make you laugh or cry or push you to the edge of your seat, they all feature the redeeming power of love and the heart’s incredible ability to heal.

Anne’s passion for writing began at the age of eight. After penning countless stories about enchanted houses, alien girls with supernatural powers and children constantly getting lost in the woods, she decided to try her hand at romance. She lives in Montreal, Canada, with her husband, her two inexhaustible kids, a lazy cat and a rambunctious Australian Kelpie.

Website: www.annehope.com



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