sábado, 11 de fevereiro de 2017

♡ Author Spotlight + #Giveaway ♡ Tara Fox Hall @TerrorFoxHall #AuthorSpotlight #NewRelease #OneClick

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✿ Tara Fox Hall ✿

Tara Fox Hall's writing credits include nonfiction, erotica, horror, suspense, action-adventure, children's stories, and contemporary and historical paranormal romance. She is the author of the paranormal fantasy Lash series and the paranormal romantic drama Promise Me series. Tara divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice. All of her published children's stories to date are free reads on www.childrens-stories.net.

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✿ New Release ✿

A Good Year

Release Date: February 7, 2017

✾ Synopsis ✾

There's no heaven, like hell...

Faced with losing Pandora Productions as well as her best friend Rebecca to the smarmy Paul, savvy film executive Debbie makes a pact with the demon Shaker, agreeing to bind herself to him as his human master in return for killing Paul and securing Pandora's future. Yet even as Pandora gains accolades and renown, Debbie's strong resolve begins to crumble under the weight of her actions. And the pleasure she finds in Shaker's arms is becoming more than sex.

Is Debbie doomed to lose her heart as well as her soul to a demon who has only been waiting for the chance to claim both?

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✿ Excerpt ✿

A Good Year

At her second step, burning pain lanced around her left ankle, then travelled upward in a spiral. Debbie shrieked, then went to one knee, her skin crawling with movement, a hundred pricks of fire lancing pain down into her skin. She staggered to the mirror and looked, then shrieked again.

Waspy winged things crawled all over her, stinging her as she watched. Several were emerging out of her skin, shaking off bloody wings. Others were laying eggs in her, leaving pulsating welts behind in rows as larva birthed and gorged itself. As she opened her mouth to scream, Debbie saw two smaller creatures buzzing happily, as they crawled into her mouth, even as a large one squeezed itself out her nose. With a thud, Debbie collapsed in a faint.

"Wake up, human."

Debbie blinked her eyes, then remembered the bugs on her. She let out a scream, brushing at herself.

"They're gone," Shaker intoned from her easy chair, bemused.

"What were they?" Debbie said, shivering as she scanned her mirror image for signs of the bugs.

"Demons call them Invisible Stings," Shaker replied. "An excruciating way to die, if you don't go mad first." He held out the gift box to her. "Don't you know better than to open boxes?"

Debbie's face contorted in fury, then she ripped at the bracelet that circled her wrist. "That bastard!"

"No. Your friend, Rebecca," Shaker said, crushing the box into a misshapen metal lump. "I did a little investigating, while you were unconscious. You're just lucky that you had a stronger ally in your vengeance that she did."

"Why?" Debbie said, horrified.

"You slept with Paul, her husband," Shaker said. "At least, that was the reason the witch who supplied her with the curse gave before I killed her."

Debbie rubbed at her skin. What would she do now? Rebecca had betrayed her. "Thanks for saving me."

"Just protecting my investment," Shaker said pleasantly. "Though I guess you could say you owe me two favors now."

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3 comentários:

  1. Thank ou so much for hosting me on your blog this weekend :)

  2. woohoo! LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!!

    What's the first favor for!?!?!? Must read this book! YAY!

  3. Shaker agrees to be Debbie's demon in exchange for an un-named favor, saying he doesn't care for souls...
    Rebecca and Paul had exited, leaving Debbie to stew in thoughts of vengeance, wounded betrayal, and indecision. Many possible actions filled her mind for the next hour, as she tried to think of what to do. But no scenario she thought up brought Rebecca back to her and got rid of Paul.
    “God damn him!” she shouted finally, shoving the top of her desk’s contents to the floor. “Damn him to Hell!”
    “A common wish this time of the year,” said a sulfurous voice.
    Debbie blinked. Out of the shadows stepped a monstrous creature, a demon from the dark ages. His upper torso was bare, his skin flushed red, straight black hair in a short ponytail. His lower body was animal: dark brown fur and black cloven hooves. A loincloth swathed his hips, made of some kind of tanned leather.
    “What are you?” Debbie said, unafraid. “Some kind of method actor? Auditions have been closed for Hell’s Gate since Tuesday.”
    The thing chuckled. “No, I’ve no interest in being in pictures. But this is an audition of sorts, yes.” The thing moved closer. “Didn’t you say you wanted Paul in Hell? Or did I misunderstand you?”
    “Get out,” Debbie said, kneeling to gather up scattered paper and pens from the floor. “I’ve no time for your bullshit.”
    The thing dropped to its haunches, then grabbed her left arm with its hand. “I’m no concoction of man’s making, human.”
    Debbie screamed, the heat of the thing’s touch blistering her skin. She pulled backward, sprawling on her ass on the floor, a handprint of reddened skin on her forearm.
    The thing stood, then offered its hand, each finger tipped with a shiny black claw. Debbie took a deep breath, then grasped the proffered limb, the heat now that of normal human flesh. She examined it carefully, looking for the telltale signs of makeup, prosthetics, or other fakery. There were none.
    “You’re real,” she said shakily, standing on her own.
    “If you are done inspecting me,” the demon uttered, “we can get to business, hopefully.”
    “You want my soul,” Debbie stated. “In return for taking care of Paul, I’d gladly give it.”
    “Not really,” the demon said in an offhand manner. “I want a favor from you, to be determined later. In exchange, I’ll take care of Paul.”
    “How?” Debbie said.
    The demon held out his hand again. This time, it held a bottle, the label ornate and handwritten. “There will be a party on New Year’s, or so your friend mentioned. Serve this to them.”
    “I don’t want Rebecca hurt,” Debbie replied.
    “Paul will be the only one affected,” the demon assured. “I will protect you. Once he is stricken, I’ll take it from there.”
    Debbie nodded, then took the proffered bottle. “Agreed. What do I call you?”
    “Shaker,” the demon said its smile of shark’s teeth chilling. “Good doing business with you, Deb.”