Weekend Warriors

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Excerpt from the manuscript I have currently submitted. My heroines first impression of my hero.

Bette wasn’t buying the sales pitch. No way was he FBI or homeland security, not dressed like that, not looking like he did. There was an edge about his raw boned face, a hard set to his stormy gray eyes. This guy was on the other side of the law, without a doubt. What was he doing asking about Jason? Did he know something about her nephews death and was here digging to find out how much she suspected?

Her heart banged in her throat and she had to work not to let her nerves show through her facade of niceness. The need to know what had happened was the only thing stopping her from throwing him out on his scruffy ass.

“How come Jason lived with you?”Agent Jameson asked. Like that was his real name.

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I’m on the hunt for a few people to give Scar Tissue an honest review. I’ll provide an e-book copy free of charge and the links to post the review. Leave your email address in the comments and I’ll contact you.

PS; look what I found on Pinterest this morning. dec1fc923a92e9ab56486afd79df36d5Is he the ultimate gargoyle or what!

Weekend Warriors #7

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I haven’t done this for a couple of weeks. Life has been a bit frantic with children, dogs, goats and horses. Sometimes I think it’s odd that such a country girl writes such urban stories. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s because I can’t imagine my world of monsters staying hidden in less populated areas.

Anyway this one is once again from my WIP.

Something fluttered in Parry stomach. A warning? “How come?”

“His kind, they need to find their Ves’ tacha. She’s like this fated mate or something. Meant to save him from the final fall.” Quinn’s voice was conversational, light and easy as if she wasn’t saying something so frightening. As if her words weren’t making a cold sweat break out over Parry’s skin and her throat close tight in a fisted knot. This wasn’t happening. No way, no how. Abso-fucken-lutely not.

Weekend Warriors 6

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My sixth 8 sentence installment, well nine in this case, but I’m counting the dialogue as one because this snippet needs the last sentence. So, this is from my WIP, very early in the budding relationship between my two main characters. Hope you enjoy.

Just when she was thinking he might be…safe…he reached forward and dipped his finger in the blood and lifted it to his mouth. Her gut rolled when his tongue darted out and he tasted it. His jaw clenched and a subtle shudder ran through his body. Her panic was almost instantaneous and it was all she could do not to take a step away from him. Hell she wanted to run as fast and as far as she could. She forced herself to stand still, to not react to the fear hammering through her body.

“It’s human,” he said.

“Oh.” What was she supposed to say? Thanks for the info, dude, but could have lived without the visuals?

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Thanks to the wonderful April over at Literal Hotties Naughty Book Reviews you can now win a copy of Lunacy and the Vampire.

Here’s the link so you can enter. Good luck and if you win, enjoy!

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Weekend Warriors 6

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It’s that time again. I love the eight sentence snippet game. This one is from my publised novel, Lunacy and the Vampire.

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/lunacy-and-the-vampire-by-evie-jayne/

 She saw a flash of metal, and cold blood sprayed across her face. Cade staggered back, clutching his arm. Red seeped between his fingers. He threw back his head and roared.

“Aveon, you bastard!”

From the shadows Aveon laughed quietly. His eyes sparkled like blue stars. He raised his dripping sword and pointed it at Luna.

“Catch me if you can,” he said, before sprinting into the darkness.

 

Dominion

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In the world of the Dominion,
which side you’re born
on defines who you are.

The world is not what you think. Beneath the skyscrapers with their glittering windows, the factories and their throngs of mortal workers and the streets of look-alike homes, lurk creatures you refuse to see.

The safe suburban life you lead is a lie. Your myths and nightmares are the truth.

From the shadows and hidden places we watch you, stalk you, feed on you.

 

Want to learn more?

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1771303433

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/lunacy-and-the-vampire-by-evie-jayne/