Inheritance Of The Blood
Now in the semi-darkness, her thoughts turned to Vasya’s comment about Zuor. Her chest had nearly exploded with fear. Zuor was toying with her, showing her he could come and tell them what she was, a slave to his need for her blood, at any time. Zuor would show Vasya. Her stomach congealed as waves of nausea swelled.
“Oh God!” The words erupted and she slapped her hand over her mouth even as she cast a quick glance in the direction of the bed. Vasya muttered in his sleep and turned before sinking back down. Her outburst had nearly woken him, and that would lead to questions of the kind she feared most.
I wanted it to be something that stood out. In the story (and I'm not giving a lot away here) Vasya makes Christina a necklace. so, it's taken me a bit, but I hunted for the right pendant... This one is so pretty, the right colour and design that I couldn't pass it up.
So, if you want to win it (and let's be honest, it's a pretty trinket right?) You will need to buy the book. Hidden somewhere in the book is a page with a code. You will need to find the page, insert the code in the right section of the book by following the link. (I'm going to embed it somewhere special!)
This is a worldwide competition. The terms and conditions will be uploaded to the site closer to the date. Stay tuned.
Oh! And if you're a member of my newsletter subscriber group, you get another chance! I have a competition that will be run totally through the newsletter. Lots to do, so stay tuned!
Slipping behind the door, she opened it a crack, looked out, and caught his eyes. “There’s no towel in here. I don’t suppose there’s one out there?” She felt more than naked without her flight suit to act as a barrier between her and Raven.
His eyes gleamed, and she could see a burning emotion present. It could be desire; his eyes narrowed and started to glitter in the dim lighting, and the heat ramped up a notch in her belly, curling like a living thing and calling to her. His face tightened, and he stepped toward the cracked door. He advanced slowly, snatched up the toweling cloth from the chair beside the bed, and stepped closer—like a predator—clutching the towel in his strong hands.
I'm late on Sunday, but I still managed to sneak it in! Hooray for me!!
This is from Starfire - my second Warriors of the Elector novel:
Jemma burned with anger and stomped her way back to the room the academy had allocated her. It was as bland as any other institutional building with off-white walls and large plate-glass windows, but she didn’t pay it any attention.
Each footstep echoed down the hall. Oh yeah, it was right for everyone else to look like they knew what they were doing with her life. They weren’t thrust into a new time against their will, she thought savagely. She had promised herself after the orphanage never to let anyone else make decisions for her.
“Never again.” Thanks to Mellissa’s betrayal, she was back to square one. After the orphanage, her life had been her own...for a while anyway.
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Oh man! I'm so late this week!
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Taking them in her hand, she noticed that they were holo-glasses, which would allow her to see the rest of the holographic information she would need to complete the test, the bike the only actualized form in the scenario. She slipped them over her eyes and saw an open road. Her grin widened, and she breathed in, stretching her chest and neck in excitement and pleasure. Oh, how I’ve missed this!
Her hands grasped the bike handles, which conformed to the shape of her grip and became solid. Jemma moved them back and forth, getting the feel of the bike within her bones, making a connection on a wholly sensual basis as it thrummed beneath her body. The pleasure of the open road once more, no longer cooped up...
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