Please welcome author Denise Tompkins for today’s Fantastic Fables. The Niteclif Evolutions series, an urban fantasy series, begins with Legacy and continues with Wrath. Wrath was released on March 5, 2013 from Samhain Publishing.
A huge thank you to Denise for today’s giveaway! One lucky reader will win a Kindle plus case as a grand prize (US only) and one lucky reader will win an autographed print copies of Legacy and Wrath (International).
“Mia cara,” Darius all but purred. “You know he’ll be fine.” The vampire waved a hand at the tall tower that Hellion had entered moments before. “Do you think his magic is so weak then?”
I chewed my bottom lip harder. No. As a matter of fact, I don’t think Hellion’s magic is weak. But he struggles against the lure of black magic—always. Glancing at Darius, my brows winged down. “No.” The one word, short and firm, didn’t allow room to reveal my own doubt.
Dark, dense layers of thorny vines slid up the tower’s exterior wall. Vivid white roses bloomed in dense clusters amid thorns, their sweet floral scent overpowered by that of disturbed and damp earth. The slithering of vines as they climbed the tower sounded like thousands of snakes on the move.
A shiver stole up on me, rolling down the muscles of my back and stopping at my tailbone. Of all the damned comparisons my mind could have drawn… A warm arm pulled me close. I instinctively leaned in.
Darius looked down at me. “He can always travel away if need be, cara. He is far from trapped, no matter what the crazed witch believes.”
“He asked us to hang tight, but that was before the whole ground erupted in…in…that.” I couldn’t stop my hands as they gestured to the tower. It was now completely covered in vines. Any former openings were lost.
Was it worth it? Hellion had said he needed this grimoir. The witch had stolen it from him decades ago, and he’d never been able to catch up to her. The thief always seemed one step ahead. Until now. They’d cornered her in her tower, They’d broken in together to recover the grimoire the dark witch had stolen from Hellion. Once inside, though, Hellion’s eyes had gone black and he’d ordered them to wait outside. Darius had shrugged. “Your success or your funeral, mate.” That had been his entire argument and concession.
Mine had been quite a bit stronger, culminating with a fist to the shoulder.
The rest of the contingent burst into the small clearing and, to a man, they gaped at the stone tower.
I looked them over, trying to decide how much to tell them. They didn’t need to know the details, but they deserved to know what was going on.
A hard yawn rocked me. Exhaustion rode me like a show pony in a parade, and I went to my knees. Everything was blurry. “Darius?”
The vampire slipped in front of me and tilted my head back. “Just a few swallows.”
I gagged but didn’t fight him (much), taking several hard pulls before turning away. “He’s in trouble.”
Darius’s dark eyes were grim when he took me by the back of the head and turned me to face the rest of the group. They’d fallen where they stood, each in a deep sleep. “Seems, my love, that we’re generally screwed.”
I grinned, knowing the sight was likely feral with my bloodstained mouth in the moonlight. “Never.”
“No?” His amusement triggered my own.
“We’re about to rewrite history, my friend.” I looked the tower up and down. This was really going to suck.
“How so?” Darius watched me closely, waiting patiently.
“Because Prince Charming is about to get his ass rescued by the common woman.”
Darius slid his fingers into my hair and turned me toward him. “You’re wrong, Maddy.”
“Oh, I’ll save him. Don’t you worry about that.” I started to pull away, but he held firm.
“I’ve never doubted you, cara. What I referred to is this.” He traced a finger down the large vein in my neck. “You’ve never been common.”
Darius let go, and I started toward tower, my mind already in overdrive. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair,” I murmured as I started up the vines.
This ought to be interesting.
Denise Tompkins is a multi-published author in the urban fantasy and paranormal romance genres. Her first series, The Niteclif Evolutions, is published by Samhain Publishing, Inc. Books one (Legacy 10/11) and two (Wrath 7/12) are available. The third book, Vengeance, has an anticipated late fall 2013 release.
Current projects include a stand-alone paranormal romance, an historical romance trilogy and a holiday short story. She is represented by Deidre Knight, President of The Knight Agency.
Humor, be it light or dark, is critical to her mental health. Add a dash of snark, a little suspense and an occasional murder and you’ve found Denise’s literary voice. Her theory is a kiss should be meaningful regardless of length, a hero can say as much with a well-written look as he can with a long-winded paragraph, and heroines are meant to hold their own. She’s no Cinderella and Shakespeare wrote the only Romeo and Juliet, so Denise sticks to women who can save themselves and tortured heroes who are loathe to let them.
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Available March 5, 2013 from Samhain Publishing
About this Book:
Haunted by personal betrayal, stalked by a murderer and taunted by destiny. Finding justice—not to mention a little faith—has never been so hard.
The Niteclif Evolutions, Book 2
A murderer is terrorizing the streets of London, targeting women who look suspiciously like Maddy. Under the mantle of darkness, the killer attacks his victims from behind, severing their heads with startling efficiency and single-minded brutality. A single gold coin is left at the scene of every crime, buried in the neck of each victim. Nothing adds up, and the deeper Maddy gets into the investigation, the more she learns that there are hostile eyes in every faction—some malicious, others murderous.
Amid her struggles to stop a seemingly unstoppable killer, Maddy learns that dreams are far too fragile to juggle. Her newfound love is crumbling around her under the burdens of guilt and blame, and where one man abandons her, another is slated by the gods to take his place. Defiant, Maddy finds her struggles with free will versus destiny have only just begun.
Figuring out whom she should trust, and when, will force Maddy to reassess her alliances…and reaffirm her fragile mortality.
Warning: Contains Scottish and Irish brogues, heads that—literally—roll, seriously random acts of violence, heartbreak and hope, explicit m/f sex in a variety of locations, a voyeuristic vampire and one dinner table that will never be the same.
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