Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Blog Tour {Giveaway & Excerpt}: By Blood by Tracy E. Banghart


By Blood by Tracy E. Banghart
Series:
By Blood #1
Publication date: February 18th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal

Synopsis:
For 17-year-old Emma Wong, spending a summer in England should be a dream come true. Gorgeous scenery? Check. Lots of hot guys with accents? Yes, please.

Throw in an estranged mom, annoying new stepdad, and drooling baby half-brother, and it’s a disaster even her favorite cherry red leather jacket can’t fix. Even worse, there’s (hot) live-in research assistant Josh to contend with. The only thing more embarrassing than   drunk-kissing him hours after they meet? Knowing he’ll be witness to her family’s dysfunction all. summer. long.

But when Emma meets a mysterious girl who happens to be a Druid, her vacation suddenly promises to be far more intriguing than she  anticipated. Powerful rituals, new friends, an intoxicating sense of freedom...and Simon, the sexy foreign stranger she was hoping for. It’s all a perfect distraction from dirty diapers and awkward family dinners.

Trouble is, intriguing doesn’t often mean simple. And Emma is about to discover just how not simple her life really is.

By Blood is a novel about the ways that blood can bind us to others – or tear us apart.


   
 


Moon Child by Tracy E. Banghart
Series: By Blood #2
Publication date: August 16th 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal

Synopsis:

Before Emma's adventures in Oxford, her best friend Diana came face-to-face with a killer...

Diana Calvert is so over high school. Who cares if Olivia hates her? And David needs to forget about having a crush on her STAT. Even Emma’s crazy fashion choices can’t keep Diana entertained. All she can hope for is a dance scholarship to a college as far away as possible from too-small, too-boring, too-nothing-ever-happens New Freedom, PA.

Then Diana meets Nicholas Woodhaven. He’s pale, angry…yet weirdly charming. The more time they spend together, the more she wonders who – or what – he really is. Because he isn’t anything like the other guys she knows. Not with the whole only-going-out-at-night thing. And living with his creepy aunt. And not going to school.

Just when Diana thinks she’s got Nicholas all figured out, people in her small, nothing-ever-happens town start dying. She has to wonder – can she trust him? And even more alarming – could she be next?

A murder mystery with a paranormal twist, Moon Child is best read under the covers with a flashlight...if you dare!

  




Tracy E. Banghart is a cheesy movie–loving, fantasy football–playing (go Ravens!), globe-trotting Army wife who began “practicing” her craft at the age of five, when she wrote her first story. She loves visiting the international friends she met while pursuing her MA in Publishing and spends a portion of every summer at her family’s cabin in Canada, where she finds inspiration and lots of time to relax on the dock. She lives with her husband, son, two lazy dogs and one ornery cat. When not writing or spending time with her family, she is on a mission to bake the perfect cupcake.




We reached a main street with a pink-washed pub on the corner. I paused, but Ash kept walking.
When she turned again, I had a flashback to lunch and the dim stairs leading to the Wisteria Café. Here we were at another dark passageway. Excitement shivered through me. We walked down a narrow alley between two buildings; my shoes wobbled on the cobblestones and Josh put a polite hand on my back to steady me. The path was lit by old-fashioned sconces built into the walls. Faintly, I heard voices, an occasional burst of laughter. We ducked through a low archway and the space opened before us.
A cobblestone courtyard hid among the tall shadowy buildings. Hunched in the center of the clearing, among the noise and light, was a squat green-roofed structure. People milled in front and around the sides of the small tavern. It even had outbuildings of a sort – the whole assemblage resembled historic horse stables more than a bar. Ash waved a hand and said proudly, “This is The Turf.”
It was perfect. Just the kind of place I’d expect a group of Druids to hang out. I looked around, wondering if I’d recognize them just by their auras or something.
Josh stepped forward. “Let me buy you ladies a drink. What can I get you?” Ash asked for a Pimm’s and lemonade so I said I’d have the same, though I had no idea what it was.
She gestured toward the back of the building, where an ivy-covered trellis framed a doorway to another outdoor area. “They’ll be over there,” she said, dragging me away.
As soon as we walked through the archway, I saw Simon. He was dressed in black, his dark hair spiked up and a sardonic grin on his face. Shadows and people crowded close. A man played a guitar in the opposite corner, but the rumble of the crowd drowned out whatever music he was trying to make.
Ash led me by the hand until we were standing before Simon, in the center of a group of people I could only assume was his “Grove”. I kept my head up, aiming for confident and relaxed, even though my stomach fluttered. When Simon took my hand and kissed my palm, I had to bite back a goofy smile.
“Good evening, Emma. So nice to see you again.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice. His stormy gray eyes met mine and I couldn’t look away. There was something intense in the way he stared. He gave me a slight smile and released my hand.
Ash pulled me away. “Emma, this is Molly Walker. She’s in school with me.” Molly was also wearing white, a short girlish dress with a lacy neckline that made her pale face look stark beneath a truly impressive cascade of wavy dark hair. With her pink lips and wide brown eyes, she could have been as easily a wood nymph as a girl. She giggled and stumbled towards me when I said hi. Her eyes didn’t quite focus on mine. Okay, a drunk wood nymph.
“This is George Williams,” Ash continued. If Molly was a nymph, George was the Druid equivalent of a satyr. He was dressed in black, like Simon, but was much taller and thinner, with shaggy sandy hair, a hawkish nose, and eyes that danced mischievously. When I shook his hand, he squeezed my fingers a little too tightly and smiled. I grinned back; the cocky ones were always fun.
“Harrison Lewis.” I’m not sure who he resembled, except maybe a shorter, greasier version of George. His face was narrow, almost weasely, and if I had gray, crooked teeth like his, I’d smile with my mouth closed. He stood too close and his hand was damp.
“Wait,” I said, resisting the urge to take a step back. “George and Harrison? Really?”
Harrison smiled a little wider. Ick. “Our mums had it in for us.” George wasn’t paying attention; Molly giggled as he nuzzled her neck and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
“And this is Bryna Kelly,” Ash said. Even in the dim light, Bryna’s flame-red hair glowed. Her white Grecian dress flowed along her ample curves and pooled with a luminous gleam at her feet. Between the dress and hair, her considerable cleavage, and the haughty expression on her round, freckled face, she had the earth mother goddess vibe down. Her accent was heavy and lilting when she said she was happy to meet me. I tried not to gape.
When a hand pressed firmly into my back, I turned, expecting Josh. Simon smiled. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Thanks but my friend—” I looked around for Josh, but I didn’t see him. “Well, my friend’s around here somewhere. He’s getting me one.”
“Next round, then.”
“Sure. Thanks.” His hand was still warm on my back, and I was pretty sure at that moment I’d let him lead me anywhere. 


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Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Blog Blitz: Sweet Legacy (Sweet Venom, #3) by Tera Lynn Childs


Sweet Legacy (Sweet Venom, #3) by Tera Lynn Childs

Blurb: 
Greer has always known she was privileged, though she had no idea how special her second sight made her, even among her triplet monster-fighting sisters. But when a god starts playing with her mind, can Greer step up in her pretty high heels to prevent anything from stopping her sisters’ mission?

Grace loves her adopted brother, Thane, but now that he’s back and has joined her sisters’ team, it’s clear his past is full of dark mysteries. She wants to trust him, but will Thane’s secret put the girls in even more danger?

Gretchen knows she can rely on her sisters to help her stop the monsters. But after getting to know some of the beasties in the abyss, she finds her role as a huntress comes with more responsibility than she ever imagined. How can she know what her birthright demands of her now?

The girls cannot hesitate as they seek the location of the lost door between the realms, even as monsters and gods descend on San Francisco in battle-ready droves. In this exciting conclusion to the Sweet Venom trilogy, these teenage heirs of Medusa must seek the truth, answer the ancient riddles, and claim their immortal legacy.

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Tera Lynn Childs is the award-winning author of the mythology-based Oh. My. Gods. and Goddess Boot Camp, the mermaid tales Forgive My Fins, Fins Are Forever and Just For Fins, and a new trilogy about monster-hunting descendants of Medusa that includes Sweet Venom, Sweet Shadows, and Sweet Legacy (September 3, 2013). She has two new e-novellas coming soon, Goddess In Time (November 2013) and Pretty In Pearls (January 2014). She has also e-published two fun chick lit romances, Eye Candy and Straight Stalk. Tera lives nowhere in particular and spends her time writing wherever she can find a comfy chair and a steady stream of caffeinated beverages.


I place my hand around Nick’s wrist and—without waiting for him to respond—pull him after me. Seeking a better strategic position, I move up, over onto the nearest boulder. He follows right behind and I release my grip so I can move stealthily.
Belly-crawling across the smooth surface, I inch toward the edge of the rock, toward the sound that could be a million things. A million dark and nasties.
Whatever it is, I have to draw it away from my sisters.
As I lean forward, out over the edge to get a better view, I hold my breath. Surprise is a crucial advantage. Whatever is coming doesn’t know we’re here yet and I don’t want to give away our position until I’m ready.
I peer down, but can’t see anything in the inky space below. The shufflings stop. All but one. Then I hear a loud, Oof! Followed by a vehement, Shh!
“Sorry,“ a small voice says. “Not know we stopping.“
“Shhhh!“ Louder. And more irritated.
“If you no want Sillus—“
A loud smack, followed by an angry, “Shut. Up.“
Then a muffled, “Sorry,“ that sounds more like, “Rawry.“
I smile. Leaning out as far over the edge as possible, I can barely make out several shapes below in the faint glow. One gleams in the green light. Golden, metallic.
The golden maiden.





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