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Thursday, August 8, 2013

Blog Tour: Midsummer Magick by Laura Navarre (Excerpt) + Giveaway!

Thanks to Tanya from LitConnect for allowing me to participate in author Laura Navarre's book tour for Midsummer Magick. It's always a pleasure to work with Tanya :)

On today's stop, you'll get an exclusive excerpt from the book as well as an awesome giveaway at the end of the post. So sit back, relax and don't forget to enter the giveaway! Before we get to the excerpt and giveaway, here's a little bit about Midsummer Magick and Laura Navarre:

When the Angel of Death falls in love with life, will a Tudor princess pay the price?

Genre: Tudor-set Historical Fantasy Romance
Heat: Hot
Elements/Tags: Tudor romance, historical fiction, historical romance, King Arthur, Elizabeth Tudor, fallen angels, fantasy, historical fantasy, faerie, the Fae
Publisher: Carina Press
Pub Date: Aug. 12, 2013
Format: Digital and Audio
Length: 99K words
Series: Book Two in the award-winning Magick Trilogy, but it stands alone--don't need to have read Book One.
Tudor England, 1559
The Virgin Queen’s Court whispers about shy scholar Lady Linnet Norwood, who spent a year and a day trapped in the Faerie realm and returned as a ruined woman. Linnet, however, is not yet free of magick. Otherworldly forces plot to use her to incite a bloody uprising that will twist the fates of mortal and Faerie realms alike.

Exiled angel Zamiel wavers on the edge of accepting an offer from his fallen father to become Prince of Hell. Lucifer knows Lady Linnet’s significance, and urges his son to pursue and protect her for sinister ends.
As Linnet flees those who would make her a pawn, Zamiel follows, tempting her trust and her passion. But the more he employs his killing rage on her behalf, the more he dreams of laying it aside in favor of peace.
If the two can find faith together, they might sunder the unholy alliance that threatens the dawn of the Golden Age of England.

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Meet Author Laura Navarre:

In her other life, Laura Navarre is a diplomat who’s lived in Russia and works on weapons of mass destruction issues. In the line of duty, she’s been trapped in an elevator in a nuclear power plant and stalks the corridors of facilities churning out nerve agent and other apocalyptic weapons. In this capacity, she meets many of the world’s most dangerous men.

Inspired by the sinister realities of her real life, Laura writes dark Tudor and Renaissance romance with fantasy elements. A member of Romance Writers of America, a Golden Heart finalist and winner of the 2012 Pacific Northwest Writers Association award for romance, she’s currently writing The Magick Trilogy, a series of dark Tudor romances with elements of Arthurian legend and fallen angel heroes, for Carina Press. Coming next in this award-winning series is Midsummer Magick in August 2013.
Living on an island in Puget Sound with her screenwriter husband and two Siberian cats, Laura divides her time between her writing career and other adventures for government clients.

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Midsummer Magick by Laura Navarre
Excerpt Three


Lady Linnet Norwood is the whispered scandal of the Tudor court. Attacked in an abandoned courtyard by a fool in motley and a mute giant, she is rescued by a mysterious stranger…

* * *
“Sweet blessed Bride.” Wretched, Linnet shifted her pitchfork to cross herself. “I’m going straight to Hell for certain.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Looking thoughtful, the stranger quirked a brow. “Not at my hand.”

Unexpectedly, his eyes lifted. She realized she’d been waiting for that, for him to look at her and see her, since the moment he’d arrived. Her breath rushed out in an audible gasp.
She’d never seen such eyes. Bright as candles, they glowed with violet light, spilling lavender fire over the snow-cloaked courtyard.

“Gentle Mother,” she whispered, staring into those glowing orbs. “What are ye?”

Something flickered in his face, as though the answer that sprang to mind was not one he wished to share. Then an impish brow arched over his purple gaze. He leaned forward as though they were confidantes, as though he confessed a naughty secret.

“I’m the rebel, the rabble-rouser, the anarchist and the outcast. And for your sake, I dare say, I’m going to be in quite a bit of trouble.” His mouth curved in a wicked smile, and the sight stole her breath. “I’m Zamiel.”

She’d forgotten the fool completely until he cried out, the hoarse cry of a man who finds a cockroach swimming in his porridge. Clearly, the sight of those burning eyes had driven her attacker beyond restraint. Startled, she fell back as he stumbled toward the stranger, his hatchet raised.

Linnet screamed, her brain swimming with horrific images of the newcomer’s graceful, reed-slim body cloven by a butcher’s axe.

But the fool tripped over the body of his fallen comrade and fell to his knees in the bloody straw.

Leisurely, as though he had all of eternity to do it, the man called Zamiel bent forward. A sleek curtain of ebony hair, smooth as ink, poured over one shoulder as his head tilted.
Hands clasped behind his back, scrupulous not to touch the man, he whispered in his ear.

For a breath, the fool listened. Then, violently, he pushed away, sprawling on his backside in the snow.

“Damn you, keep away!” The fool scrambled to his feet, pointed shoes sliding on the treacherous ice. “Damn you to Hell.”

The man called Zamiel observed this frantic flight with a look of polite interest. But something darker stirred in his violet gaze.
“From your lips to God’s ear, my friend,” he murmured. “I am trying.”

Babbling incoherently, the fool skidded across the courtyard, giving the crone’s huddled figure a wide berth. His footsteps echoed as he plunged into the tunnel and fled.

Silence returned to the courtyard. Slowly, Linnet’s blind terror eased its grip.

God be thanked, I may survive this day after all.
Trembling and weak-kneed, she dropped the bloodstained pitchfork with a grimace of distaste. Gripping the wagon for support before she fainted in the straw, she scrambled from the box, away from the scene of carnage. Her free hand shook as she wrestled with her farthingale, frantic to keep the heavy sweep of her skirts from the red-daubed snow.

Red snow, red gown, what difference does it make? Ye’re a murderess and a madwoman. Ye deserved to be locked up with the nuns, just where they sent ye.

Sweet Jesus, they should never have turned me loose.
Linnet drew a shuddering breath and groped after her scattered wits. That way true madness lay. She’d sworn never to think those thoughts.

Although most would have rushed forward to assist, the man named Zamiel stepped back to give her space. Indeed, he seemed as careful to avoid contact with her as he’d been with the fool.

But how he stared, his gaze rising slowly from her rich crimson skirts, pausing over the tiny jeweled Bible that hung from her girdle. Upward over her bodice, lingering there in a way that made Linnet suddenly conscious of all her flaws—her breasts too lush for a proper maid, the rest of her too slender. Tall as a beanpole, Jasper had always taunted. And skinny as a lad, forever tripping over her long legs.

Slow heat climbed into her cheeks beneath this leisurely appraisal. Self-conscious, she touched the rebellious ringlets that had sprung free again to devil her, dark tendrils curling around her face and neck. His gaze followed her movement. Nervously she twined her fingers through the loose curls and tucked them beneath her hood.

“Curls rich as mahogany, streaked with bronze and chestnut,” he said in that musical voice. The very angels must weep with envy to hear him. “Skin like new cream, like moonlight, like damask. And shy, beguiling eyes like Sumerian gold. You could pass for mortal, but for those eyes.

“Your eyes make it a certainty. I shouldn’t have intervened.” He sighed. “Metatron will have my head for this. Let’s hope he won’t prove too tiresome.”

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One digital copies of MIDSUMMER MAGICK by Laura Navarre will be randomly gifted per the total number of tour stops, therefore, equally nine total copies. Full “Terms & Conditions” can be found on the Rafflecopter widget below. Commenters who share can earn one point, up to the max of 10 points, per friend who enters via their share link on the Rafflecopter widget.

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  1. Aww ... Thanks so much, Adria! And, thanks for being a host today! :)

  2. Love the excerpt! Sounds like a great book. It's been awhile since I one-clicked, so I decided to pre-order. :) Best of luck with it, Laura.

  3. Thanks for asking me to be a host :)

  4. very sexxy cover! thanks for sharing :)


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