Winter blog fest

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I’m taking part in the Long and Short Reviews winter blog romp. The post is here .

Pop over to the LASR site and leave a comment on the post for a chance to win a copy of ‘Revelation’, the most romantic of ‘The Pathfinders’ series.

Revelation Blurb

Few are allowed into Paradisio—even fewer escape.

Wormwood has fallen, but the journey isn’t over for Carla and Tully. Erelah the Messenger leads them onward to Paradisio, where they hope they will find their real home. The Grigori recognize Tully as Israfel, and he takes to his new role of guardian of music like a duck to water, but Carla’s impressions are of a world with dark secrets hiding in the shadows.

Tully seems absorbed in his music and whenever he comes up for air, Erelah—with her neat little wings—is waiting. Carla finds consolation with Nathaniel, a Warrior who is a hunk and knows it. But she is playing with fire. Nat wants her—and what Nat wants, he takes.

As if her personal problems weren’t enough, Carla begins to piece together the mad plan that Nisroc, the Yazata of Paradisio, has lined up for the other worlds. And Tully—who has been promised a starring role—seems keen to play along with the lunatic scheme.

Carla finds herself caught up in a revolution, to stop Nisroc and the one who is creating his weapon of mass destruction—Tully.

 

Excerpt

Carla bent to touch the shoulder of the nearest body. It was warm. She laid a finger on the pulse and waited, her own heart thumping. It was there. Faint, but it was there.

“They’re not dead,” Nat said, mocking.

“They’ll soon wish they were,” one of the Marines added with a snigger.

Nat shot him a murderous look. “That’s for others to decide. Just stick to your own job.”

“Do we leave them here?” Carla asked, worried at how pale the three Warriors looked.

Nathaniel tapped his vest pockets. “Anyone got a stretcher on him? I seem to have forgotten mine.”

The Marines sniggered again.

“Isn’t first aid supplied in this ‘game’?” Carla asked. “They need attention.”

Nat put an arm around her. She felt the pounding of his heart, his excitement. His smell, hot, sweet and sweaty, enveloped her. “They’ll be picked up. Douma will know where to find them.” His hand slid down her arm to her waist, under her T-shirt, his fingers roving over her stomach. Her muscles flinched and she caught the flicker of a smile on Nat’s lips.

“Now, let’s finish this charade. I don’t know how I’m going to wait until tonight,” he murmured into her hair.

“Tonight?”

“When Douma gives you your mark, and you give me all the rest. The start of forever.” His mouth was so close to her ear that his breath tickled. His hand slid around the waistband of her pants. Her own breath grew short and hot. Her cheeks flared. The Marines watched her curiously, their eyes not quite so cold. Nat’s excitement was working on them. She wriggled out of his grip, forcing her mind to focus on the cold outline of the plan.

If we can get this over with by lunchtime, Tabbris can get on with starting an epidemic.

“Let’s get moving then.” She grinned at him and he flashed her one of his predatory smiles.

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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