Book Blitz & Excerpt: Heartstone Queen + Giveaway

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Hearthstone Queen
by A.C. Melody
(Midgard Úlfrinn, #2)
Publication date: March 15th 2023
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Corbyn’s worst fears come true when they strike at his mate from the one place he never saw coming. Fearing for Reyna’s life, he rushes her to the Elders, only to end up on their healing table next. After back-to-back horrors, Reyna knows she has to make a crucial decision that will change their lives forever… and possibly save them.

But fate immediately puts that to the test, drawing them right into enemy territory, where Reyna finally learns what’s become of Jesse and gets an unexpected audience with Úlfrinn Royalty. Just when they’ve found hope, their world gets shaken by a terrifying homecoming of bloodshed and betrayal. As they face off with the evidence of Fenrisúlfr’s return—and a living Nightmare—they can no longer deny the truth.

War has already begun.

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EXCERPT:

“Corbyn Bruschard, you get your ass back in here.”

“Sorry, babe, can’t do that right this second,” he called back.

Oooh, he sounds so freaking smug!

Glaring holes into the wall between them, Reyna crawled off the bed and found that her thigh muscles were attached to the weakness keeping her miserably needy. She’d just had an explosive, albeit interesting, orgasm. So, why did her body feel like it was still hanging on the brink?

Reyna chalked it up to lingering effects that would eventually fade and began searching for her clothes. She ground her teeth every time she moved wrong and sent more tingling pulses of yearning through her core.

Once she slipped her panties on, she felt a little better. Then, she slid into Corbyn’s dress shirt and buried her nose in the collar for a deep inhale as she left the room.

Wandering into the kitchen, she pushed on one of the refrigerated drawers and smiled when it turned out to be the right one. Bypassing the beer, Reyna grabbed a bottle of water, impressed to find it was glass rather than plastic. Corbyn was an Eco-conscience architect. The man never stopped surprising her, and she was beginning to look forward to that.

Reyna turned and jumped to find him standing at the end of the island counter watching her, his hands tucked into the pockets of gray, drawstring pajama pants.

“Do you have to do that?” she complained with a hand over her racing heart.

Her gaze traced Corbyn’s inked muscles and the mouthwatering cut of his hips that disappeared into the low ride of his pants. The only hair on his torso was the faint dusting of dark gold starting just under his navel, and her mouth flooded because she knew precisely where it led. The ache between her legs intensified. He was so damn yummy.

“Yes,” he answered, a slight smile playing at the corners of his sexy mouth.

Her observation had been a quick sweep. Corbyn’s gaze seduced her. That was the only way to describe the slow, nearly tangible study he took of her entire body. Reyna’s skin shivered, and her nipples beaded under the crisp fabric of his shirt.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, attempting haughtiness.

“Immensely.” He smiled. “I’m certainly enjoying the way you look in my shirt. Then again, I doubt there’s anything you couldn’t make appear inappropriate. Like it came from a sex shop instead of a tailor.”

Reyna’s neck and cheeks heated. Damn him.

Corbyn stepped closer, invading her space while daring her to move away.

“Ever been inside of a sex shop, Reyna?”

Her face blushed even brighter.

Fold, girl, give up. You’re no match.

“No.”

His hands remained in his pockets, yet she felt the tease of him, nonetheless. “They’re remarkably enlightening.”

“I bet.”

Corbyn grinned, running his bottom lip through his teeth as he studied her with something close to smugness in his eyes.

“How are you feeling?”

Reyna shouldn’t have been surprised to hear him admit to leaving her needy on purpose, but she almost narrowed her eyes and demanded that he fix it. Instead, she shrugged, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Fine,” she lied, taking a sip of her water. Reyna tilted the bottle toward him since he’d watched her movements. “Thirsty?”

Accepting it, Corbyn downed half the contents without taking his eyes off her.

“Mmm, thanks,” he said, licking and sucking on his lips as if it had been liquid ambrosia instead. Handing it back to Reyna, he kissed her on the forehead. “I’m starving.”

Reyna’s vision blurred as he stalked past her. She imagined strangling him and kissing him, but not necessarily in that order.

“Hungry?” he asked.

Yes. “Not really.”

The hollow ache between her legs was almost unbearable, causing her thigh muscles to flex. If she could just squeeze her legs together really tight… Reyna almost gave in to that idea until she realized how ridiculous it would look, on top of giving Corbyn exactly what he was watching for. And he was watching.

I’m going to kill him. Wait, I’ll jump him first, then I’ll kill him.

The thought brought a smile to her face.

“Something you’d like to share?”

“Nope.” She quirked a brow at him in amusement, and that’s when she noticed what he was dishing up. “Ooh, ice cream?”

“You said you weren’t hungry—”

“I’m always hungry for ice cream,” she cut him off, her tone mildly chastising as if he should already know that.

With a chuckle, he shook his head. “So, I heard,” he said, moving to the cupboard to get another bowl. “Though, we should discuss your habit of stealing others’—”

“Thanks.” She flashed a sweet smile over her shoulder as she left the kitchen with the bowl he’d already dished up for himself.

Reyna had to swallow her laughter at his shocked expression as he looked from her to the counter where his bowl had just been.

 

Author Bio:

A.C. Melody is an author of all things Erotic Romance who doesn’t believe in skimping on the dirty details. A mass consumer of coffee and books, she prefers one a little darker than the other. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.

Hailing from the Pacific Northwest, A.C. is the mother of two young men, and honorary mom for more young adults than she can count. Outside of writing, she enjoys gaming, binge-watching Netflix, and pretending she has a green thumb.

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Book Blitz & Excerpt: The Rebirth + Giveaway

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I am so excited that THE REBIRTH by V.P. Evans is available now and that I get to share the news! If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below.  This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 Amazon GC courtesy of Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below

 

Title: THE REBIRTH

Author: V.P. Evans

Pub. Date: March 16, 2023

Publisher: V.P. Evans

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 683

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A night where everything begins . . . and everything ends.

For the past decade, police homicide consultant Mark Gilliam has been wasting his life with corpses, drugs, and alcohol. Things weren’t always like this. Ten years ago, he was a soldier, a husband, a . . . father. But it’s what he deserves. He couldn’t protect his son from the monsters that took him away.

For the past decade, Jason Roneros has been living a reclusive life, forced to spend the rest of his days in isolation. Things weren’t always like this. Ten years ago, he was a well-respected author, a fighter, a . . . dreamer. But it’s what he deserves. He trusted these monsters.

For the past decade, Mark and Jason haven’t seen each other.
But everything is about to change . . .

A murder brings them together one night, trapping them in the streets of Chicago in search of redemption down a cryptic path that could unlock the darkest scandal in history. As the path unrolls secrets buried in great works of art and philosophical writings, the shadiest aspects of the human soul come to the surface. Soon, the two men realize that those hunting them, closing in with each passing minute, are equally dangerous as the ghosts of the past . . .

***Mature Content***


Praise:

“All the twists and turns kept me on the edge of my seat . . . The tension builds up to an unexpected climax which I did not see coming, and it was a big surprise to me.”–Readers’ Favorite review by Alma Boucher (five-star review)

“I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough . . . hard to believe it is a debut novel.”–Books Go Social

“V.P. Evans delivers excitement at every turn in this tense thriller novel, which starts with a gripping and intriguing premise before ramping up its murderous twists and turns with each new discovery.”–Readers’ Favorite review by K.C. Finn (five-star review)

“V.P. Evans creates a multifaceted story that draws on different levels . . . Its special brand of mysticism, psychological discovery, interpersonal interactions, and close inspections of monsters and men makes it a highly recommended read for a broad audience.”–D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review

The Rebirth can best be described as a cross between The Da Vinci Code and Rule By Secrecy. What sets The Rebirth apart is the incorporation of historic reasoning and its inclusion of the philosophical ideologies of some of the world’s greatest minds.”–Readers’ Favorite review by Jamie Michele (five-star review)


 

Excerpt—From Chapter 1

Jason seemed so changed from the last time they’d met: his skin was yellow, as if forgotten by the coltish tickle of life. His face appeared exhausted, as if feckless to carry the striking features of the past. Two brusque lines around his mouth resembled deep snicks. Fitful creases whipped his forehead. His white, medium-length hair was combed back, just as it had been ten years ago, though a receding hairline now marked his forehead. His skeletal hands seemed incapable of keeping the watch fastened on his wrist, while his legs were so bony they seemed likely to break. Although Jason, like Oscar, was in his mid-sixties, he looked at least a decade older.

“There’s no time left.”

His voice remained rich, though. It still carried the slight British accent from his days in Oxford.

A mild shaking started traversing Oscar’s body. He put his glasses on the newspaper and stood up, using the desk for support. “You need to leave.” He struggled to sound calm. “They were clear, Jason. We cannot be together. The deal—”

“The deal doesn’t exist anymore.” Jason scratched at his neck, above the collar of his white shirt, where an already reddened patch of eczema had become even more inflamed. “Dermot Walsh is dead.”

“What? How do you know—?”

“He told me himself. A few minutes ago. Texted me, pointing out his killers.”

Murdered?” Oscar soughed, terrified by the ensuing sentence.

“By them,” Jason added, confirming Oscar’s dread. “The Imperatores are already after me.”

Jesus.The Imperatores. That name. Saliva filled Oscar’s
mouth, choking him. “After all these years … now? Why? We had a damned
agreement!” He slammed his hands on the desk, trying in vain to expel the fear
inside him. His palms burned from the hit.

To stop me,” Jason said, his words faint yet filling the huge office.


About V.P. Evans:

V.P. Evans is the pen name of an average (and perhaps boring) guy who seems desperate to disappear into lands far away. You would probably find him lost in a secluded village in Estonia, wandering among the wild islands of the Azores, or backpacking across vague paths in Asia. And sometimes, as the fading lights and the thick darkness of this mysterious cosmos unfold before him, he has an idea and writes it down.

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