November 16, 2017

The Night Realm Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway


 

The Night Realm (Spell Weaver #1)
Author: Annette Marie
Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy

Publication Date: October 20, 2017
Publisher: Dark Owl Fantasy Inc.

Description:

Clio is good at all sorts of things. As a nymph, she’s great at outdoorsy nature stuff. As a nymph living in exile, she’s got the “blending in with humans” thing down pat. As a nymph living in exile because she possesses the rare ability to mimic magic, she’s had to pick up some unique survival skills.

But stealing from the most dangerous spell weavers in the Underworld? Not so much.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what she has to do to earn a ticket back home. Conning her way into the night realm may have gone pretty well, but now she’s got a new problem. His name is Lyre and he’s a sinfully alluring incubus, a dangerously skilled spell weaver, and the only thing standing between her and stealing some damn magic.

Maneuvering around him without blowing her cover shouldn’t be that difficult, but chaos has been dogging her every step, monsters hide behind beautiful faces, and Lyre keeps saving her neck even though they’re enemies. Kind of enemies? Either way, her mission is getting complicated fast, and in the Underworld, even one mistake could prove fatal.



She shook off her daze and stalked after him, skirts rustling and long sleeves flapping. She caught up as he stepped out into the hallway. The long window across the corridor bustled with the movement of the weavers on the other side.

“You knew how to free me from that spell the whole time,” she accused. She’d seen him work the weaving. He’d known exactly what he was doing.

“Of course.”

“Why did you pretend you didn’t?”

He glanced at her with a smile that made her heart start pounding again. “It was hilarious.”

“Hilarious?” she hissed, forgetting her traitorously racing pulse.

“Do you know how rare it is for anything funny to happen around here? I wanted to enjoy the moment.”

“At my expense!”

“Your point?”

She seethed. “You’re incorrigible!”

“Shouting insults now?” He tsked. “Please.”

“I’m not shouting.”

“My ears tell me otherwise.”

“You—you—” She flung her hands out, so frustrated she couldn’t even think of a comeback. Her knuckles smacked the window beside her with a loud, hollow thud.

The weaver with his back to the glass jumped about two feet in the air and spun around. At the sight of her on the other side, he recoiled. The metal disk he held fell from his grip.

She watched it drop, her astral perception unnecessary to know that the red glow bulging from the metal was very bad. Lyre slapped his palm against the glass, and Clio dove behind him as gold light flashed across the window.

The disk hit the floor and exploded.

The boom shattered her eardrums. She clutched the back of Lyre’s coat as the walls rattled and the floor shook. But the glass, shimmering with golden light, held fast. Silence fell again as dust drifted from the ceiling.

Lyre craned his neck to see her cowering against his back. “Are you using me as a shield? No shame, huh?”

She jerked upright. “Better you than me.”
 Annette Marie is the author of the Amazon best-selling Steel & Stone series, which includes Goodreads Choice Award nominee Yield the Night, and fantasy trilogy Red Winter. Her first love is fantasy, but fast- paced urban fantasy and tantalizing forbidden romances are her guilty pleasures. She lives in the frozen winter wasteland of Alberta, Canada (okay, it's not quite that bad) with her comparatively sensible husband and their furry minion of darkness—sorry, cat—Caesar. When not writing, she can be found elbow-deep in one art project or another while blissfully ignoring all adult responsibilities.
Annette Marie is the author of the Amazon best-selling Steel & Stone series, which includes Goodreads Choice Award nominee Yield the Night, and fantasy trilogy Red Winter. Her first love is fantasy, but fast- paced urban fantasy and tantalizing forbidden romances are her guilty pleasures. She lives in the frozen winter wasteland of Alberta, Canada (okay, it's not quite that bad) with her comparatively sensible husband and their furry minion of darkness—sorry, cat—Caesar. When not writing, she can be found elbow-deep in one art project or another while blissfully ignoring all adult responsibilities.




 
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