Description:
Summonari don’t
trust. Under their command, they summon any number of creatures from the
Otherwolds—but never trust them outside of the summoning.
Gargoyles don’t love. Fierce descendants of dragons, they function on power and fear—never love.
Gargoyles don’t love. Fierce descendants of dragons, they function on power and fear—never love.
Karla isn’t the happily-ever-after type of girl. No territory-hungry guy is going to stick flags all over her unclaimed grounds.
Kann’s
world is death and betrayal. As Dar Primus of Haus Varis, he’s expected
to follow tradition but he’s not your regular gargoyle. In fact, he’s
anything but.
One fateful Friday night, Otherworlds collide. Stuck together in one world or another, Karla and Kann face everything from Awakenings and turbulent love to Festnavals and bloodthirsty scorned suitors.
If there’s one thing they can’t escape, it’s the addiction to each other. And they’ve got it bad.
EXCERPT:
One fateful Friday night, Otherworlds collide. Stuck together in one world or another, Karla and Kann face everything from Awakenings and turbulent love to Festnavals and bloodthirsty scorned suitors.
If there’s one thing they can’t escape, it’s the addiction to each other. And they’ve got it bad.
EXCERPT:
“Karla?”
My vision swam
and I giggled. My eardrums pounded worse than the music. A sea of bodies
squirmed around. A wow opening night for G’s club, that much was clear. My
vision though…not so much.
I sighed.
“Okay, I think I’m about ready to head home. I’ll embarrass myself and trip all
over these death contraptions you insist on calling shoes.”
“Oh shut up,
Karla, you’re seriously hot in heels.”
Sweet as that
might have been, Mike wasn’t exactly my target audience.
“Sucking up to
me doesn’t take away from the pain in my feet. I really need to say goodbye to
G before I pass out all over his fancy VIP booth.”
Mike snickered.
“I don’t know…remember what happened with his other club after you fell asleep
on his couch? You drooled all over the thing, but I mean, the place was a hit…”
I punched his
arm and swayed on my feet. Okay, sudden movement—not such a good idea.
“You’re drunker
than I thought you were…” Mike muttered as he steered my fabulously frowning
self through wiggling bodies.
“Uhm, well,
that last cocktail wasn’t my bright idea.”
He shrugged and
dragged me to shore, so to speak. Whoa, the place was packed! G was hanging
around with a very, very bosomy blonde. It may have been my own relative lack
in the department but those things were intimidating, sort of scary actually.
They looked rock-hard, almost malicious, pointing belligerently toward the sky.
Maybe they were fond of a particular constellation? I’d need a
belligerent-boobs specialist on that.
About the author:
Livia
lives in Europe where she listens to obscene amounts of music and
devours every reading material in sight. When she’s not doing either of
the two, she fiddles with anything remotely customizable within reach.
6 comments:
The books sounds great and has a fantastic cover, too. I look forward to reading it. Thanks!
This book sounds great and I am looking forward to reading it. Thanks for sharing and for the giveaway.
I hope I get lucky :D
Awesome!:D
Thank you for sharing and the giveaway.. just awesome!!
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Interesanta poveste.
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