Teaser Tuesday - Archangel #PNR #paranormal #romance #angel

 

Excerpt: 

 

The jangle of the shop bell snapped me to alertness. I let Abigail go, not really wanting a confrontation with Angel Shop Guy over why I was holding her. My jeans were a little tight and I might have a hard time explaining that. Pun not intended.

"That was the quickest half hour I’ve ever experienced," I grumbled as I ran through baseball stats. It wasn’t exactly original but it worked. "Guess your boss doesn’t trust your judgment that much."

"It’s not Manny."

Her voice was low, her tone strained. I glanced at her and caught the deer-in-headlights look on her face. A crash came from the shop. The temperature in the back room dropped several degrees.

"Don’t move," I said to Abigail and pulled my Glock from its shoulder holster. Edging to the beaded curtain, I silently took off the safety.

A quick glance revealed three figures in the shop. They were dressed in black and wore ski masks, yet somehow I knew they weren’t here to rob the joint. Mostly because their focus was on the back room and not the till.

Without taking my eyes off them, I asked, "Is there a back entrance, preferably one we can get to?"

"Yes, but it’s locked. And Manny has the keys."

Of course he did. "How solid is the door?"

"It’s a fire door."

"I don’t suppose you have a fire ax?"

"In the shop."

I looked at her. She gave an apologetic shrug. Well, there was no point in berating her, since it was neither her shop nor bad planning on her part, and my time was better spent in figuring a way out. I could take these guys down, but I didn’t want to reveal that side to Abigail. Not until she knew me better.

"I trust you, Gabriel," she said, apparently reading my mind.

Like I needed that on top of everything else.

I considered my options. There weren’t many. Two, actually. I could risk taking my eyes off the men and try to kick open the door, or I could grab Abigail and made a run for it through the shop. Both I could see going very wrong. Time to create a third possibility.

The men assumed that surprise was still on their side, given that they crept up either side of the shop. That left a clear path to the front door, but I wasn’t going to assume they weren’t armed. When in doubt, shoot first and ask questions later.

"Abigail," I said, and held out my left hand, waiting until her slim fingers curled around mine. "Second shot. Don’t hesitate and for fuck’s sake don’t let go."

Blurb: Patient. Merciful. Protective… One out of three ain’t bad.

Small time crook Gabriel Kemp is just trying to make a living when a hit-and-run leaves him for dead. Waking up in hospital to an angel at his bedside gives him a second chance, but one that comes with a condition.

Fleeing San Francisco doesn’t mean he can evade the deal either – he still manages to meet Abigail Harris, the woman he’s promised to protect. He might not believe in the psychic visions she claims to have, but he knows if there’s even a chance she can identify the serial killer terrorizing downtown L.A. then she’s in danger.

The only way to keep Abby safe is to find and stop the killer. If that means taking on the devil determined to turn the City of Angels into the City of Hell on Earth, then so be it.

 

About Misa:

 

Misa Buckley grew up watching Doctor Who and Star Trek and reading fantasies from Anne McCaffrey and David Eddings. So when she started writing NaNoWriMo in 2007, it was sci fi that she wrote. She found writing a much-needed haven from the crazy of raising five children and a Land Rover-obsessed husband. It took her a few years to take the step from writing to submitting, but she is now published through Decadent Publishing and Champagne Books, as well as self-publishing. Her books involve characters who experience adventure, romance and really hot sex on their way to a happily-ever-after.
Misa can be found on Twitter (@MisaBuckley) or at her website (www.misabuckley.com)
 

To Dust - #Cover #Reveal #YA #fantasy #specfic #anthology

Blurb:

Containing four previously-published and three brand-new short stories, To Dust is a YA anthology featuring mostly fantasy and speculative fiction.

To Dust
The maliche are devouring Imber’s world, and the only tool she has to stop them is a magic box. Shame the only ones who can work the magic are the terrifying fae in their forest home…

Certified
Anna is a Raiser, able to raise from the dead anyone she doesn’t know. So what can she do when her best friend murders her boyfriend? Everyday Weirdness, 5 July 2010.

Interchange
When the man sitting next to her on the bus begins to cry, Ella is horrified. What can be wrong? TeenAge Magazine, September 2009.

Not Fantasy
Beth knows that the fairy world exists; her best friends are a pink tortoise and a talking pen, after all. Her creative writing professor strongly disagrees – perhaps too strongly, Beth thinks, when strange cracks start appearing in his office.

Shoe
Would you take home the pair-less shoe? AlienSkin Magazine, December 2009.

The Wasporcist
Everyone thinks she’s mad when she complains about the noise – but Lily knows the buzzing in her
ears is more than her imagination. Time to call the Wasporcist…

Sea Foam and Blood
Terminally-ill Adelaide finds an unexpected cure in the Pegasus 

myth come to life. 

Moon Drenched Fables, June 2009 (Best in Issue).

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TO DUST RELEASE DATE - 30TH OCTOBER 2013!

Fairies in February Blog Tour - Frances Pauli

Please welcome author Frances Pauli to my blog. :)


If We Shadows Have Offended

I love that monologue. Puck is by far one of my all time favorite fairies, and the speech is doubly appropriate for The Changeling Race. The series features fairies, yes, but there is also an underlying theme about shadows throughout the books. Not so much Peter Pan type shadows, as in those we cast, but more Jungian shadows, as in the things we bury deep inside.
Like most secrets, our shadows have a great deal of power—both for good and ill. But it is the ones that we deny the loudest, that we bury and forget that have the most potential to cause havoc when eventually they sneak out…and they do sneak out. No matter what, they always leak a little.
So in the trilogy, I found my elves really needing a dose of shadow therapy. The whole bloody race needed serious counseling, in fact. I’m not sure where the idea came from. Maybe I had left over angst from old school RPG’s (you know the ones with paper and dice that don’t plug into anything.) I never did like how special the elves were, how much better than humans, how everyone wanted to play the elf. Whatever it was, when I translated my version of “elfishness” onto paper, they came off a bit, shall we say, arrogant?
Conceited? Haughty? Stuck-up? Pick an adjective. The elves that showed up to play in The Changeling Race had a major superiority complex, and I took great pleasure in showing them their shadow.
I’m mean that way.
Still, once the shadow is out and looking you in the face, you can deal with it, right? So I opened up my Elvin past and showed the perfect little buggers just how many flaws they actually had. I enjoyed it a great deal more than they did, you can imagine. A few of them took it better than I’d expected, but the majority pretty much went to pieces. That’s good in a novel. Chaos like that makes for some great plot.
It really was for their own good. I mean, who could live with that kind of pressure? Maybe a great deal of their stiff, Elvin arrogance came from having to live up to our expectations of perfection. I like to think that they’ll be happier in the future, that their attitudes will adjust and the elves of tomorrow—at least in the world of The Changeling Race--might have a softer side.
I can think of a few that will. Those were my favorites, the ones that stood up, dusted off and got over themselves. So maybe, while I was doling out the therapy, some of it leaked over onto me as well. Maybe I got over my elf discrimination as much as they got over their humans are beneath us attitude. That works for me. Because, after all is said and done, I really love them—stuck up or not—and I think we managed to end the series as friends.
Or as Puck would say… “Think but this, and all is mended.”

Thank you so much for hosting a stop on the tour. I am offering a free pdf of any book from my backlist to one commenter today, and for each stop on the tour that you comment on, you will earn one entry into the final drawing for print copies of all three books. Follow along and enter to win!

Bio:

Frances Pauli writes speculative fiction with romantic touches. Her books are published through Mundania Press LLC, Awe-Struck, and Devine Destinies, and her short stories are featured in various anthologies. More information on her worlds and writing can be found on her website and blog, and she offers free online stories, web serials, podcasts there as well.

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A Moth in Darkness

 The boundaries between the worlds have fallen. Forced to integrate the creatures of fantasy into real life, humanity struggles against its disillusionment, prejudice and an inevitable feeling of inadequacy.

Once an agent for the embassy that mediates between the worlds, Elizabeth Larson has abandoned her past and slipped into a world of nostalgic addiction to fairy revels, dancing, and the dark lure of her own memories. But when Lockland Sheen, her former partner and lover, goes missing, she is pulled reluctantly back into service. She must venture once more across the borders, into the land that haunts her, facing a string of gruesome murders, the imposing Sidhe rulers and her own addiction in the process.

While the Embassy’s agents attempt to soothe tensions between the races, Liz and her new partner search the fairy realm for Lockland. Fighting the constant temptation of the revels, they piece together the trail of an unknown enemy. But the longer they follow it, the more it appears that the man they came to rescue is more villain than victim. And the more they rely on Elizabeth’s ties to the fairies, the closer she inches toward the madness that lurks behind her fantasies.

The Fly in Paradise

 Something’s rotten in the Fey lands. While Marcus Bramble tracks the lunatic who started it all, Elizabeth and the crew at the Embassy sort through the evidence he left behind. With Lockland back, and the revels behind her, Liz’s world is slowly returning to normal. But on both sides of the borders, shadow creatures spring out of nowhere, and the dark legends surrounding the fey take on a whole new meaning.

Now time is against them.  On the mortal side of things, protesters rally to close the borders, politicians descend on the Embassy, and something that shouldn’t exist stalks Elizabeth through the city.

Spiders From Memory

 The Seelie court is gone, and the Tower has fallen into darker hands. Now nightmare creatures terrorize the Fey races, and the whole Fey world turns to frost and shadow.

Liz Larson holds the last remnant of the Seelie Sidhe's power. The elves look to her for guidance, but all she has to offer them is the disturbing story of their origin, the final truth that will turn many of them against her. With her dwindling number of allies, Liz needs to reopen the borders, to find the missing Marcus Bramble, and to avoid the sudden, terrifiying attention of the new Fey ruler, the Unseelie Speaker and new master of the Sidhe Tower.

While her friends in Mundanity race to pry open the gates, and Marcus searches for the answer to a puzzle that could save or damn them all, the Unseelie Speaker marches north, bringing his army and his wrath to focus on Elizabeth. What can one, fairy-touched human do in the face of the Unseelie court's full fury? How can she fight when the enemy's anger is only partly blind, when she can see all too clearly the traces of justice behind it?