With the nights drawing in and a chill in the air, it’s the perfect time to celebrate curling up in the warm with a good romance novel.
This hop is run byFelicity Heatonand Indie Romance Books and will run from December 12th – 16th 2013. Visit each of the sites below for giveaways and opportunities to win.
This giveaway hop celebrates ALL ROMANCE BOOKS for adults (meaning no YA, but NA is fine) – whether they feature swaggering business tycoons, the bad boy next door, a romance fought and won in space, or voracious vampires and sexy shifters.
I will be giving away ebook copies of Return of the Legacy, Dragon Rider’s Gift and Things That Go Bump For the Holidays (a winter anthology) to two random commenters. Post the titles of two books that you are hoping to cuddle up with this winter!Winners will be contacted on Dec 17th, right after the hop ends.
I have to admit that my favorite thing is to snuggle a book full magic, mayhem, and love. Here’s an teaser from my story, Return of the Legacy.
EXCERPT: Return of the Legacy (Portals of Destiny Book 1)
“Something’s coming.” Logan’s arm halted Bri. One hand gripped her wrist as he reached over his shoulder for the pommel of his sword. “Ever felt the drop in air pressure right before the lash of a huge storm?”
The stillness extended beyond the deadness of the air. The birds were silent. No rustling issued from the underbrush.
She glanced forward and back.
“In front.” His sword slid free without a sound. The blade reflected the moonlight’s silver.
For a second, she thought the edge of his weapon wavered in a blue rim of light from tip to guard. Logan shifted and it disappeared.
A loud thunderclap reverberated around them. She expected a burnt tree or roiling clouds. Instead, three figures, cloaked head to toe in black, erupted from a fiery hole of red—a heinous fissure in the night air.
The minions spread out and circled them, pinning them to a small stretch of the clearing.
“We can’t outrun them.” Bri twisted and removed her knife, eying the minion at their back. “Stay clear of their hands. Their bones and claws are infectious.”
“The weapons look deadly.”
The minion before her withdrew a moon-shaped sickle. The one she could see from the corner of her eye brandished a thin glowing rapier. The rapier moved closer to Logan. A brief slash stirred chills of cold past her face.
Back to back with Logan she turned, gauging which minion would strike the first blow.