I am happy to introduce to you the Paranormal and Urban Fantasy Party! My stop of the party includes an excerpt of Stone's Kiss by Lisa Blackwood as well as a HUGE giveaway. First place prize is a $1,000 Amazon Gift Card, but we also have 12 runner up ebook and paperback prizes! Entering will connect you with 21 paranormal romance and urban fantasy authors for more great deals, freebies, and giveaway, so in a way, everyone wins!
Before you enter the giveaway, check out an excerpt of STONE´S KISS by Lisa Blackwood, one of the authors sponsoring the giveaway!
Stone's KissBy Lisa Blackwood
The Avatars #1
Published November 25, 2011
250 pages
Adult, Fantasy, Romance
As a child, a near-drowning accident stole Lillian’s old life. Her new life began the moment she awoke at the foot of a brooding, stone gargoyle.
Years later, Lillian still finds comfort in Gregory, her gargoyle, never guessing he is more than cold stone until demonic creatures called the Riven attack. Gregory senses her terror and wakes from his healing sleep.
After the battle, Lillian learns the humans she thought were her family are a powerful coven of witches at war with the Riven. Lillian is something more than human, a powerful worker of magic, an Avatar to the gods. Gregory has been her protector for many lifetimes, but troubles in their homeland forced him to flee with her to the human world. And it wasn’t an accident which stole her memories—it was Gregory. He suspects Lillian is host to an infant demon, one capable of evil greater than the Riven.
Despite everything, Lillian fears she’s falling in love with her guardian. While she might be able to defeat the Riven with Gregory’s help, she doesn’t know if her fragile new love can survive the evil growing in her own soul...
Excerpt
With the hilt of her fencing sword a solid reassurance in her hands, Lillian followed the sound of running water as she retraced her steps until she came to the living room and the curving stairway that led up to the second floor. Discarded pieces of jewelry and the occasional smudge of a bloody footprint marked the path the creature had taken. She climbed the stairs and turned down one dark hall. The first bathroom on the second floor was silent and empty. That left one other. She entered her bedroom, intent on her master bathroom. The door was ajar, a curl of steam drifted out across the floor. Inside, the bathroom was dark and full of steam. The monster didn’t know how to turn on a light switch, but could figure out a shower? She pondered that a moment. Perhaps it didn’t need light. She eased into a defensive stance as she reached in and flicked on the light. The room was flooded with yellow light and her breath caught. Her rational mind had expected to find a monster, and there was one. He filled her walk-in shower, and the massive shower still wasn’t big enough for the entire gargoyle. His wings arched across the length and width of the large bathroom, and his tail sent water droplets spraying across the room as it lashed back and forth, its blade-tipped end twitching like an agitated cat’s. One wing arched back and gave her a view of the rest of the gargoyle. His head brushed the ceiling and his horns clinked against the small tiles when he moved. With his eyes partially squeezed shut against the sudden intrusion of bright light, he turned his muzzle in her direction and flared his nostrils, drawing in a deep breath. She had the distinct impression he tasted the air. When his muzzle dipped down, his eyes locked on the sword she held, and he turned fully toward her. He had muscles most men would envy. Then she reminded herself he also had a tail, wings, horns and talons. Still, even in all his otherness, he was majestic. Scary as hell, but lovely as a predator. Fear was absent and she should have worried for her sanity, but somehow it all seemed right. The statue of the gargoyle had been a prominent part of her childhood. Impossible as it was, he had always been home to her. And ‘home’ was presently extracting himself from the shower. When he stepped out, he straightened and the bathroom shrunk. Mercy, he was still hunched over. Over eight feet of gargoyle crowded her master bath. She couldn’t beat that in a fight. Her sword’s point dipped again, but she didn’t lift it back into a defensive position. One solid hit and he’d put her through a wall. Heck, he could probably snap her blade in two with a thought. Yet she did not fear him. Foolish as it was, ever instinct whispered that she could trust him. “Hello,” she said. Her voice came out faint, hollow sounding. She cleared her throat, unable to stop the nervous reaction. “I’m Lillian.” How intelligent. At least her voice sounded stronger. He cocked his head, his jackal-like ears sweeping forward from the depths of his wiry mane. She hadn’t noticed his ears earlier. They’d blended into his ebony mane and the crown of bone that formed the base of his two large horns. Then he spoke in a flowing language. Deep, beautiful, smooth like the wind in a forest, it reminded her of night’s shadows and the lull of beckoning sleep. He repeated himself, or she thought he might have. She couldn’t be sure because she didn’t know what he’d said the first time, and it became no clearer on the second try.
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