Hi lovelies! Hope this day finds everyone well. I am plugging along in that final crunch time right before school starts. I still have my sanity but will it last another week? I do love my family despite all the current madness. Enough about me and on to the really important news. Today we are helping Angie Sandro celebrate the release of her new book Dark Sacrifice. Congratulations to Ms. Sandro on her new release and below you will find an excerpt along with buy links. I will be honest and say I have really been looking forward to this book. The first book, Dark Paradise, was fantastic. So without further ado, here's to happy reading.....
A GIFT AND A CURSE
Mala LaCroix sees dead people -really. After using her psychic gifts to catch a killer, she's locked in a psych ward and must strike a deal with the devil to secure her release. Apprenticed to a dark arts practitioner, Mala vows to free herself and save her loved ones from danger. But she doesn't know who to turn to when her crush on Landry Prince turns into something more serious.
A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH
Landry has sacrificed everything to protect Mala. A near-death experience changes him forever, and now he, too, possesses supernatural powers he doesn't understand. Mala and Landry must band together to defeat the dark forces-both human and otherworldly-who would use their abilities for evil. Even as they fall for each other, they must prepare to battle for their very souls . . .
Excerpt:
On Saturdays, the local farmers
set up a market in Paradise Park. I plan to do my veggie shopping
there since I didn’t get my garden planted this year. The streets
bordering the park are packed. I’m lucky to find a spot in the
parking lot of First National Bank kitty-corner from the Memorial
Rose Garden. Colorful tents are lined up in orderly rows in the
square. Each section is separated, with the organic foods in one row
and regular folk who want to sell extra produce in the other. Local
shops also set up booths selling everything from pastries, coffee and
tea, handmade clothing and soaps, fresh eggs, organic meat, and toys
and games. A freaktastic clown stands on the street corner with a
tank of helium and a gaggle of kids around him. I’m tempted to buy
Landry a balloon to cheer him up.
The passenger door slams shut as
soon as I shut off the engine. Landry wastes no time coming around to
open my door and lift me to the ground before I can squawk in
protest. He strides off while I grab my cloth shopping bag, leaving
me to stare after his retreating back in shock. When he’s halfway
across the street, he pauses and turns around.
“This is your idea. Hurry,”
he yells.
“I’m coming.” I shut the
door and run to catch up. When I reach him, he moves around me until
I’m on his blind side. He starts forward again, but slows his steps
so they match mine. If I didn’t know him so well, I’d think he
didn’t have a care in the world, but I do. He walks like he did in
jail—shoulders back and tight, chest slightly raised. He scans the
area, alert for a threat.
I take his hand, squeezing when
he tries to pull away.
We blend into the crowd,
strolling up and down the rows. It’s a mix of people of all ages. A
few people say “hi.” Most don’t. A large percentage of them
stare. I feel like I’m at the mercy of paparazzi.
“Smile and wave,” I mutter
from the corner of my mouth, jabbing Landry in the side with my
elbow.
“Huh?”
“You’re acting like you’ve
done something wrong, but you haven’t. Don’t let these fools see
you sweat. Weakness breeds violence. Like a silverback gorilla in the
jungle, you need to beat your chest and fling your poop at someone.”
His snort-laugh doubles him over,
and I pat him on the back. “That’s perfect,” I say. “No
worries.”
He turns and lifts me into a
breath-stealing hug. “Thanks,” he whispers in my ear and presses
a brotherly kiss to my forehead. Wish he’d move his lips a little
lower. Would a few inches kill him?
My voice comes a little thick and
raspy too, and I cough to clear my throat. “No problem.”
How long has he been standing
here holding me? We have an even larger audience than before. Now we
really are the object of paparazzi-like behavior as people snap
pictures of our embrace with their phones. I wrap my arms around his
neck and press my cheek against his. “Cheese,” I say, grinning
for the cameras.
A couple of high school kids
start to laugh.
One yells, “Give her another
kiss, Landry.”
“Yeah, Landry. Give me a kiss.”
I bat my eyelashes, whispering in his ear, “I swear if you drop me
on my ass in public—”
I don’t have to finish the
threat.
His mouth steals across mine.
I lean into him, head tilting.
My arms tighten around his neck. His lips are soft and juicy, like
peaches. Yum. My thoughts scatter and swirl, leaving only the
sensation of his mouth on mine.
He breaks free first and lowers
me to my feet. He avoids my gaze. “Did it work?” he asks, running
his fingers through his black hair so it falls forward to shield his
eye again. He shifts from his forward foot to his back which somehow
puts distance between us without him having to move.
I laugh, playing off the hurt.
“Yeah, we gave our fans a titillating bit of new gossip to take the
place of the old. Rumors about our relationship will be flying
through town before lunch.” I glance around to be sure. The crowd
drifts away, realizing there’s nothing more to see. Even better,
nobody hurls insults or throws dead animals at our heads. “Let’s
go.”
Buy Links
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1ohv1aX
iTunes: http://bit.ly/1sdcQJw
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About Angie Sandro
Angie Sandro was born at Whiteman Air Force Base in
Missouri. Within six weeks, she began the first of eleven relocations throughout the United States, Spain, and Guam before the age of eighteen.
Friends were left behind. The only constants in her life were her family and the books she shipped wherever she went. Traveling the world inspired her imagination and allowed her to create her own imaginary friends. Visits to her father's family in Louisiana inspired this story. Angie now lives in Northern California with her husband, two children, and an overweight Labrador.
Friends were left behind. The only constants in her life were her family and the books she shipped wherever she went. Traveling the world inspired her imagination and allowed her to create her own imaginary friends. Visits to her father's family in Louisiana inspired this story. Angie now lives in Northern California with her husband, two children, and an overweight Labrador.
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