Welcome to DAY FIVE of A Week of Wands, Fangs and Wings - A Paranormal Book Blog Tour!
This Blog Tour runs August 15 – 22, and during that time we will feature books by EIGHT different authors. What kind of books? Paranormal! 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 closes 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 Patricia Eddy, and her featured books, Secrets in Blood and By the Fates, Freed!
Thanks to NaNoWriMo, Patricia began writing with fervor in 2011 (and even managed to finish a few books), and she hasn’t stopped since! She is also a founding partner in PageCurl Publishing and Promotion, dedicated to helping all authors succeed without breaking the bank.
She’s a big fan of social media:
Want a sample of what sort of books Patricia writes? There are two excerpts below. The first is from Secrets in Blood:
Light. Nicola Angliatti’s first thought was that it was unnaturally light. Where was he? He tried to bring his hand up to shield his eyes, but he found it wouldn’t move more than a couple of inches. There was pain. His skin was on fire and his chest ached with every weak breath.
The world slowly came into focus. Above him were bars. He turned his head. More bars. His fangs lengthened automatically in response to the pain coursing through his body. The harsh scent of antiseptic assaulted his nose.
He looked down at his chest. An angry bullet wound just above his heart and another in his abdomen were still oozing blood. The girl. The vampire snarled and tried to sit up, but he was too weak; he collapsed back onto the floor. His wrists were shackled to a chain around his waist. He tried to break the chain, but his limbs held little strength. The chains were silver.
“Merda!” he cursed in his native Italian. His shirt was gone, as were his jeans, socks, and shoes, but he was still wearing his boxers. His legs were unfettered. Unsteadily, he climbed to his feet and tested the bars around the fifteen foot cage he was in. All silver. He kicked at them, but every time his bare foot contacted the silver, he groaned in pain.
Humans. He’d been trapped by humans. The sweet girl’s father and his friends. At least she wasn’t in on it. Her father had all but confirmed it. The trust and acceptance in her eyes had warmed his heart.
Knowing there was nothing he could do to comfort the girl maddened him. The rich scent of her blood had been intoxicating--it was unlike anything he had ever smelled before. There was something special about her. He had not fed from a human since the 1921 treaty he had helped pen, and though he had been tempted, he could never have harmed such innocence. Now, he would surely pay for his kindness with his life.
He was hungry. How long had he been out? The bullets had been removed, but silver wounds healed slowly without human blood to fortify him. A day? A week? No doubt he had missed his planned briefing with the vampire law enforcement in Seattle. The Conclave would look for him. But if he was deep underground, would they ever find him?
“Finally awake, are you?” came the thin, reedy voice from the corner of the room.
Nicola’s head whipped around. “Where am I?” he asked. His voice sounded hoarse and strange to him in this cold, sterile room.
“Does it matter? You’re never leaving.” Slow footsteps approached. The girl’s father smiled a thin-lipped smile. “The cage and the chains are silver. You will not break free.”
Oh my! And now for Patricia’s second book, By the Fates, Freed:
Her desperate grip on my fingers loosened as her eyes fluttered closed. My magic burst forth over my skin, enveloping us in a warm vortex. I hadn’t felt my protective magic flare like that in years. Withdrawing the amulet, I secured it around her neck, just below the shackle. It pulsed with her heartbeat, slower and slower. I touched the ruby and in the old language, I murmured the spell, “I bind your life to mine.” The amulet glowed brighter as the pulsing slowed to a stop. Her life force weighed heavily on me and I struggled to draw air into my lungs.
The draught of monkshood needed only a few more seconds. Her body gave up its spirit and the shackle split in two. Snatching up the athame, I used it to fling the shackle across the room, sending a powerful spell of unmaking in its wake with a flick of my wrist. As it hit the wall, it shattered into a handful of pieces and a pulse of energy reverberated through the room. Gently, I pricked her palm and then nicked the vein at my wrist, exposing a single drop of my blood. I pressed the sphere to the blood, and it glowed blue as it absorbed a bead of my life force. I dropped the sphere into her palm and closed her fingers around it.
Magic danced over her skin as her body took the power within her. The amulet burned bright enough to blind me as I completed the spell. “My heart held you here. My blood revives you.”
I gathered her in my arms, barely able to control my fear. Against the pounding in my chest she was preternaturally still and I begged the Fates with each passing second to release her to me. Finally, my prayers were answered. Her first ragged breath of life nearly shattered me and I crushed her against my chest, closing my eyes for a long moment and pressing my lips to her hair. Finally, I drew back to look at her. An old scar slashed through her lower lip, giving her mouth the barest hint of sadness. I ached to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered and she stirred. “Sleep.” I murmured, not wanting to expose her to what I had planned to do next.
I caressed her pale cheek. Already she had more color, freed from the constant icy grip of the devil’s magic, but she was far from safe. I returned the amulet, the athame, and the sphere to the leather pouch and wrapped her in the waistcoat I’d left here days ago.
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Rosanna Leo will be featured tomorrow!