Welcome to DAY THREE
of
A Week of Wands, Fangs and Wings -
A Paranormal Book Blog Tour!
From
August 15-22, we will feature books by EIGHT
different paranormal authors. What do we mean by paranormal? Well, just as the
title implies: wands, fangs, wings and everything in between. Pretty much, if
it isn’t real, it might be here. If
you enjoy reading all things paranormal, we are about to hand you heaven on a
gilded plate. Or, at least, on your e-reader.
What
do we have in store for you? Excerpts from cool books. A fun Q&A session
with the even-cooler authors who wrote them. A rafflecopter contest in which
you could win a total of ELEVEN
e-books. Wait, let’s note that again, just for clarification.
Eleven.
Books. Free.
Score!
The contest ends at midnight on Thursday and the winner will be announced
Friday evening, so don’t forget to enter. As if you would.
In
the meantime, let’s learn about Eva Lefoy, who penned the spicy book, Darkest Magic, Beyond Fairytales. Eva
writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also
terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking.
We asked
Eva a few questions, you know, just to get to know her. This is what she had to
say:
1. Red or white? Wine?
Depends on the season. White in summer, definitely merlot in the winter.
2. Sweet or spicy?
Yes. For sweet I like dark chocolate, the darker the better. For spicy, I
definitely like hotness in my books!
3. Furbabies?
Yes. How many? Just one at the moment, a crazy cat named Tiger.
4. Writing
inspiration? Sometimes it’s movies, or a photo, or another book, or my
imagination. It just depends on what strikes my fancy.
5. Beach, mountains,
tundra, or...? I love the beach, but don’t live near the ocean. Wish I did! I
have to say mountains. They were made for hiking!
6. Summer or winter? Neither.
Fall is the best season!
What do you think of Eva so far?
Think she has some pretty spicy, intriguing storylines up her sleeve? We do!
Read on for a taste of Darkest Magic…
“Nikko,”
Eli soothed, using his favorite diminutive for him—a name he hated. “We
need to talk, and I thought it best we do so out here.”
None of
the other wolves sat. All remained at attention. The hairs on his neck didn’t
just stand, they marched. Every nerve he possessed readied for a fight. His
wolf clamored to get out. He kept his eyes low, his speech careful. “What’s up?
Is the pack in trouble?”
“Trouble?”
Eli threw his head backward and his massive chest out and laughed. “There’s no
trouble. In fact everything’s perfect.” He motioned toward the smaller,
red-coated wolf beside him. “Petrina’s pregnant.”
The only
sound he heard was his own long inhale. None of the other wolves moved or
twitched. Why was it a big secret? “Congratulations. I’m happy for you.”
Eli
nodded and smiled as he closed the distance between them. “And it’s time for
you to go.”
“Go? Go
where?”
“You’re
done, Nikko. I don’t need you anymore.”
He
flinched at the hand clapped on his shoulder. Though they’d been close as
brothers while the alpha’s first mate was alive, things had deteriorated
steadily since her death. This was probably the first time he had simply
touched him and not hit him in over two years. It struck him as weirdly unreal.
“You’re
out of the pack. Get your things and go.”
His
brain went into freefall. This makes no sense. “But…I’m your beta.”
“Were.
I don’t need a second anymore, Nikko. Petrina’s child will be my successor. He
will rule by my side.”
A pack
without a beta? Who had heard of such a thing? Or did Eli fear he’d one day try
and take control, if things got bad enough with the Eli and Petrina circus? Oh
hell, that’s it. He’s worried about maintaining his power. He knew
in his heart the alpha was right. If he had the balls, he’d challenge the alpha
and get it done and over with. An even more insane Eli was the biggest threat
the pack faced. They’d unravel bit by bit from the inside, not be done in by an
attack from a neighboring pack. Still, he found himself shaking his head, his
loyalty as a beta too ingrained to simply let go, his allegiance to the pack
too solid to let him up and walk away. Besides, he was a born follower, not a
leader. He had no ambition to run the pack himself. Eli had to listen to
reason. “He’s not even born yet. Without a full-grown second, the pack will be
vulnerable, unstable. You need me—now more than ever.”
“Untrue.
Petrina has assured me we will be safe, and these men have already sworn
allegiance to my son. I’ve got it covered, bro.”
A
slippery feeling crept up his spine as he risked a glance at her malachite wolf
eyes. The change in their leader had started when he’d mated her two years ago,
bringing her into the pack suddenly and unannounced. An outsider, no one knew
of her or the pack she claimed to hail from. Though her unknown origins weren’t
a serious problem, her demeanor had always made him wary. He trusted her about
as much as a knife at his throat. But his allegiance continued unbroken, for
better or for worse. “Look, if you want me to swear a pledge as well…?”
“Not
necessary. You’re gone, Nikko. Time for you to get on your way.” The wolves
padded forward silently to hover at the alpha’s side.
He
wasn’t scared by the obvious act of showmanship. He’d faced off against most of
these wolves before, knew their strengths and weaknesses. But the fact his own
Alpha thought he needed them here caught his attention. Eli was the biggest
wolf in the pack. He didn’t require the other wolves’ protection. Therefore,
they were there to convince him to go peacefully. Why?
Nik
sniffed the air and caught a hint of scent, one he’d kill to protect. Caroline.
From the faraway quality of her smell, Caroline was currently at the compound.
With her father acting strangely, was she safe there any longer? Worry
skittered through him. If Eli was crazy enough to make his as-yet-unborn child
beta, what would he do to his daughter by his former mate? He raised his eyes
to his alpha, his protective instincts for Caroline surging to the surface so
fast and hard he could barely contain them. He’d touched her, damn near held
her in his arms and kissed her, a few hours ago. The memory burned through him
with a new intensity that wrenched his heart.
Eli’s
nostrils flared, his pupils glinting with the golden hue of his wolf’s rising
ire. He wasn’t one to stand for even an iota of defiance.
He
gritted his teeth and all but thrust the unspoken claim to her resting in his
heart into the open. “What about Caroline?”
A flash
of cold, dark ice went through Eli’s eyes and Nik’s concern for her welfare
ratcheted to stark fear. He instantly knew her fate would be death. The alpha
would kill his unborn son’s only rival to ensure his complete, everlasting
rule. His stomach twisted into a knot as a strong hit of adrenaline flushed him
hot.
“She won’t be needed either.”
Want more?
Can’t get enough of
Eva Lefoy? Find her at http://writery.wordpress.com/ on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Eva-Lefoy/344907072265234 and Twitter @eva_lefoy
And
don’t forget to check back tomorrow, when we feature A.J. Naverre and Tami
Lund!
PS –
If you haven’t entered the rafflecopter contest, what are you waiting for?
Eleven. Books. Free. Do it!
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