Book Blitz & Excerpt: Heart of Stone, by Tricia Owens

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Book Title:  Heart of Stone (Juxtan 6)

Author: Tricia Owens

Cover Artist: Tricia Owens

Release Date: February 4, 2022

Genre: Fantasy M/M Romance

Tropes: Enemies to lovers

Themes: Redemption

Heat Rating: 5 flames   

Length: 60 000 words/285 pages

It is book 6 in the Juxtan series.

The story does not  end on a cliffhanger.

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Love can move mountains

 

Blurb 

Hadrian and his friends may have survived the encounter with Theon, but they paid a heavy price in the end. They need time to heal, both physically and emotionally. Unexpectedly, while recuperating in a small mountain town, they encounter the most powerful man in the land, who offers them protection and much-needed medical aid. The timing is fortuitous, but what secrets does this mountain palace hold? Is it truly a refuge, or is it soon to become their stone prison?

 

Excerpt 

“My tongue wants to be inside your arse,” Caled whispered hotly.

“What?!” Hadrian looked around, panicked. “Stop it. Don’t say another word.” He pushed blindly through the street, trying to put the mercenary behind him but Caled hounded him like a shadow.

Fingers brushed the hair off the back of his neck and were quickly replaced by soft, warm lips. Hadrian moaned and struggled to keep walking, ignoring the few curious looks they garnered.

“You’re causing a—scene,” he warned, squirming beneath Caled’s kisses.

A hand caught his shoulder and spun him around. Hadrian stumbled, but only fell back against the wall of a nearby building. Caled immediately loomed over him, both hands planted on either side of Hadrian’s head.

“I want you.” The mercenary’s blue eyes were the color of the edge of night. He wedged his thigh between Hadrian’s and pushed it against his crotch. “I want you in every manner I can have you.”

Hadrian clutched the other man’s shoulders, wanting to push him away in shock, but unable to loosen his fingers. Caled’s passion was infectious.

But at the back of Hadrian’s mind a voice questioned the mercenary’s overwhelming ardor. Why would it spring up now, in the middle of the afternoon on a crowded street?

“Where did you go this morning?” he asked.

Caled paused only for a moment before resuming his slow rub between Hadrian’s legs. “Doesn’t matter. Nothing matters now except getting us naked.”

Hadrian straightened his arms, moving Caled back. “Please don’t lie to me. I need to trust you.”

Pain flitted across Caled’s features before he looked away. “I was looking for something.”

“What?”

A muscle rippled in Caled’s jaw. “A gift. For you.”

“For me? But why—” Hadrian caught himself.

Until now he’d not wanted to acknowledge the change he’d sensed in Caled. It was a softening. No, it was a soft spot within the mercenary that the man was evidently terrified of recognizing within himself. Hadrian could trace its formation—the night they believed Gam and Lio had been killed.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Hadrian told him. He cupped a cheek that sparkled with golden stubble. “Not ever.”

Caled shifted his weight from foot to foot, unusually restless. “I didn’t think you were.”

“I don’t require a gift to stay by your side.”

He frowned. “That’s not why I wanted to give you one.”

Hadrian leaned up and lightly touched his lips to the older man’s. “I know that you love me, Caledon ni Agthon.”

The mercenary closed his eyes and held Hadrian’s gloved hand to his cheek. “No. Don’t use that name,” he whispered. “Not until it’s over. I can’t be that man until then.”

Hadrian kissed him again. “You will always be the man I fell in love with, then and now. Deep down, you haven’t changed at all. That’s why I’ll never leave you.”

“You can’t leave me, Hades.”

The soft entreaty stabbed Hadrian through the heart. “I’d be a fool to do so. Are you calling me a fool?”

A smile curved Caled’s lips before he opened his eyes again. “Not a fool. Perfect. Sweet and delicious.” He took the initiative to brush his lips over Hadrian’s. “Which is why I must taste you this instant.”

 

 

About the Author 

Tricia Owens has been writing m/m fiction since 2000, after stumbling onto the term ‘slash’ and thinking it referred to horror stories. She is the author of the Sin City, A Pirate’s Life for Me, and Juxtapose City series, among several others. She lives in Las Vegas.

 

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Robin Jeffrey
320 Pages
Sci-fi, mystery
Published October 5, 2021

Chance Hale is more interested in running around with fascinating women than following in his father’s footsteps as head of the billion-dollar tech company Halcyon Enterprises. Called home for an important announcement, Chance seeks to liven up the weekend retreat by bringing along the first interesting woman he finds: an alluring young lady named Cadence Turing, who claims to be visiting his home planet, Arrhidaeus, from the planet Paraesepe.

But when someone turns up murdered, all evidence points to Chance, and all ideas of a future for him are erased. Of all the house’s guests, his weekend companion seems to believe she can prove his innocence, though she’s hesitant to admit how. Can the two help each other before it’s too late?

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To be human is to know that one day you will die; there will come a time when you stop, like a ball hitting a bank of snow. Until we acquire this knowledge, we’re some half-things, fairy-like in our innocence, powerful, but not altogether human. This is why many adults find children so disquieting.

I didn’t become human until the night my mother died. I was seven. I snuck into her room, the adults downstairs talking in the hushed voices death always brings in its wake. I crawled up onto her bed and touched her arm. She was pale and cold; eyes still open, but empty of anything that I recognized as my mother.

That was not my mother. I wondered if it had ever been, or if it had ever been anything other than a shell; I began to wonder what I was. Every morning I woke, wondering, and today was no different. The hotel room reeked of smoke, sweat, and mold, a tangy, sweet mixture that choked me when I gulped down the rancid air.


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Angelfire
by Christina Bauer
(Angelbound Lincoln, #5)
Publication date: February 8th 2022
Genres: Paranormal, Romance, Young Adult

“Angels, demons and romance… YES!” – C.S., Amazon
“So addicting! Highly recommend!” – Diary Of A Wannabe Writer
“I. LOVE. LINCOLN.” – Antonella’s Book World

Someone is making life hell for our favorite royal couple, Lincoln and Myla. Natural disasters have the after-realms falling apart. Humans are going to war left and right. And the hottest couple ever can’t find two minutes alone. Sheesh.

The problem? Lincoln’s evil brother.

Yes, you read that right. Brother.

Turns out, Lincoln’s father was a busy guy in his youth… and now Connor’s secret son, Truman, wants his share of the throne. Even worse, Truman is as awful as Lincoln is noble. When it comes to claiming royal power, nothing stands in Truman’s way. Sure, Lincoln is tied by angelic blood to his half brother. But will that connection link them together… or ultimately tear the after-realms apart?

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LINCOLN
AGE TWENTY-ONE

With every step, the noises from the Silver Meal Hall grow louder. My pulse speeds. The entrance to the hall is a wide archway. If we stand on the far-left side, we can see into the chamber without exposing our position. From this spot, Myla and I wait and watch.

The Silver Mead Hall is a long and rectangular room. Hundreds of silver shields decorate the walls. Long wooden tables line the floor. The focal point of the room is a heath on the far side. While most of the chamber is empty, the tables by the fireplace are packed. Nobles sit jammed onto the benches. The tabletop overflows with flagons of mead.

Father stands before the fireplace. At one point, he must have been fully dressed in his royal outfit. My guess is that he’s taken off his tunic and chain mail. Now, father wears a long undershirt, saggy leather pants and his silver crown. He wobbles as he raises a flagon of mead, making liquid slosh onto the floor.

“Who are all the blue shirts?” whispers Myla.

I reply in a voice only she can hear. “Blue and gold is the color of an obscura thrax. They have no house yet. This might be a mixer party so the new thrax can make a selection.”

Myla frowns. “But we get reports on all new thrax. There haven’t been any in months.”

Connor raises his mug again. More liquid sloshes onto the floor. “Brothers and Sisters! I’m here because nothing more important than family. That’s how we survive, right? Thrax stick together.”

The nobles all pound their respective tables with their fists. Others stomp their feet.
Connor lifts his drink to his lips. “Empty! How am I out of mead?”

The obvious answer is that Connor is standing in a puddle that was once his drink. But no one here says the obvious answer. I scan the nobles. Everyone’s back is to me, so I can’t see much. Even so, I know one thing for certain. Mother isn’t here.

A servant comes by to replenish Father’s drink. “Much better, thank you.” He takes a big swing from the cup. “Allow me to toast our newest addition… the reason we’re all celebrating today…”

Myla takes my hand in hers. Father should be toasting the arrival of his grandson. Our child will one day become the Great Scala. He’ll have powers across the after-realms. Myla’s skin is cold. So is mine. We both suspect the truth.

If Father were going to celebrate baby Maxon, he would have done so by now to our faces.
Still, I can’t avoid the spark of hope that lights in my chest. I recall that day so many years ago when I stood onstage at the Achilles Festival. I saw a loving couple who were expecting a child. At the time, I never thought i’d experience that. Yet, here I am. Surely, there’s a universe in which father is happy for me, even if he expresses that joy behind my back.

Father gulps down more mead. “Please join me in toasting my beloved son…”

Everyone stands and raises their own flagon.

“Truman!” cries Father.

One of the obscura thrax steps up from the nearest mead table. He wears a tunic of blue and gold. In our portrait gallery, there’s a painting of Connor on his twenty-first birthday. He’s burly and tall with blonde hair and mismatched eyes. This Truman fellow is like that painting has come to life again.

“Thank you, oh gracious king.” Truman wraps his arms around Connor.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Father.”


Author Bio:

Christina Bauer thinks that fantasy books are like bacon: they just make life better. All of which is why she writes romance novels that feature demons, dragons, wizards, witches, elves, elementals, and a bunch of random stuff that she brainstorms while riding the Boston T. Oh, and she includes lots of humor and kick-ass chicks, too.

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.

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