Coming
5 September 2018 from Tirgearr Publishing!
A
new, novel-length fantasy romance from Abbey MacMunn
Blurb
While
searching for clues to her past, shy single mum, Bree Mills discovers
a subculture of aliens with supernatural abilities living on Earth.
And
she’s one of them.
Finding
herself hurled into a world of possibilities, it’s made more
alluring by Quinn Taylor, the violet-eyed Evoxian from her childhood
dreams.
324-year-old
Quinn knows his destiny is entwined with Bree’s, but before he can
confess his love, he must wait for her to sense the Akui, a
mysterious force tied with ancient Evoxian law.
At
a Cotswolds country manor, passions awaken and ignite a love more
magical than the once-Utopian planet, Evox. Then Fate delivers a
cruel and heart-breaking blow when Bree is kidnapped by a malicious
alien who wants her and her power.
Will
Quinn still love her when she’s faced with protecting her
half-human daughter… whatever the cost?
Available
for pre-order now!
Excerpt
Brianna
Mills grasped the curious pendant around her neck. Like before, when
she’d first touched it, the violet jewel warmed, and her peripheral
vision shrank back.
Her
steps faltered. With somehow more focused vision, she watched the man
coming towards her along the tree-lined track.
Jasper
stopped rummaging in the undergrowth, sniffed the air, and wagged his
tail. But despite her dog’s interest, she sensed something…odd.
It
wasn’t just the disconcerting vision or the static electricity
surrounding her.
Or
even the disappointment as she pondered over the outcome of her
adoption meeting earlier. No, this was something else, something
tangible.
Electromagnetic
energy rolled over her skin, made her scalp tingle. A strange,
coppery scent circulated in the cool spring air.
Blood
pulsated in her ears, muffling the sound of birds chirping in the
trees. She came to a standstill, all five senses fizzing with an
unseen force, her heartbeat pounding like tribal drums.
Still
six metres ahead, the guy looked tall, well-built with broad
shoulders, and casually dressed in a faded brown leather jacket and
dark blue jeans, worn at the knees. Overlong blond hair rested on his
shoulders, and messy waves fell either side of a tanned, ruggedly
handsome face.
Drop.
Dead. Bloody. Gorgeous.
A
tiny spark ignited somewhere within and she forgot how to breathe.
Bree
recognised him. But he wasn’t anyone she’d ever met before, not
while she was awake. No, this was someone whom she used to dream of
when she was a child.
It
didn’t make sense. How could she have dreamt about him, what,
fifteen or so years ago?
The
spark became a small flame, breathing its warmth on parts of her that
she’d forgotten existed. Her cheeks heated. She had so little
experience with men. No wonder she’d fallen for the first guy to
show her any interest and been naïve enough to get herself pregnant.
Jasper
barked, which made her jump, and then raced towards the guy, wagging
his tail and leaping around excitedly, greeting him like some
long-lost friend.
“Jasper!
Get back here. Right now.”
Trying
to focus through the tunnel vision, she willed her feet to walk the
remaining distance to retrieve her dog.
Get
a grip, Bree, get a grip.
Keeping
her head down, she wished she hadn’t tied her hair in a loose bun,
so she could have hidden her embarrassment behind the long tresses.
“Sorry.
Jasper doesn’t normally like strangers.” She gulped. Her words
were breathless and pathetic, and she cursed under her breath. Is he
a stranger though? With shaky hands and distorted vision, she grabbed
her Labrador and fumbled with the lead, desperate to get the damn
thing to clip on to Jasper’s collar.
“Are
you wearing blue contact lenses?” he asked in a deep, hypnotic, and
strangely familiar voice.
Bree
blinked rapidly and her vision returned to normal. “What…? No.”
She wouldn’t look at him, preferring to give her attention to
Jasper’s lead, now gripped so tightly her knuckles had turned
white.
She
could almost feel the guy’s stare burning the top of her head. The
hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she backed away—until
she noticed his dog.
Similar
to a pure white Alsatian, but she’d never seen one as massive or as
muscular. It stared at her too, with weird violet eyes.
Violet
eyes like hers.
About
the Author
Abbey
MacMunn writes paranormal and fantasy romance. She lives in
Hampshire, UK, with her husband and their four children.
When
she’s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows –
anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.
She
is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists' Association.
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2 comments:
Thank you so much for featuring Violet Souls. Abbey ☺️
You're very welcome. I love the cover!
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