Thief of Lies is coming! I'm so happy to be part of this tour to support author Brenda Drake! She's given so much to the writing community with her blog contests like Pitch Madness and Pitch Wars. The twitter pitch event #PitMad was her idea!
Check out the excerpt below and details on the book.
Thief of Lies (Library Jumpers,
#1)
Release date: 1/5/16
Author: Brenda Drake
About the book:
Gia Kearns would
rather fight with boys than kiss them. That is, until Arik, a leather clad
hottie in the Boston Athenaeum, suddenly disappears. While examining the book
of world libraries he abandoned, Gia unwittingly speaks the key that sucks her
and her friends into a photograph and transports them into a Paris library,
where Arik and his Sentinels—magical knights charged with protecting humans
from the creatures traveling across the gateway books—rescue them from a
demonic hound.
Jumping into some of
the world's most beautiful libraries would be a dream come true for Gia, if she
weren’t busy resisting her heart or dodging an exiled wizard seeking revenge on
both the Mystik and human worlds. Add a French flirt obsessed with Arik and a
fling with a young wizard, and Gia must choose between her heart and her head,
between Arik's world and her own, before both are destroyed.
Where to Pre-Order:
Excerpt:
I
pressed the screen, and it went dark. “How do we know he’s not being forced to
say this?”
“The password, May Agnes guide
you,”
Lei replied. “She’s the patron saint of Asile.”
Agnes? That was the silver
woman’s name that formed from my globe. Did the saints have something
to do with the Chiavi?
I faced Ricardo. “How did you
know I was here?”
“The werehounds tracked your
scent from a shirt Katy…excuse me, your nana…gave us.”
“Can your pack help us save
Couve?” Arik asked him.
“They will, but Gia must go with
me.” He noticed the protest forming on my lips. “Merlin said no exceptions. I’m
to get you to the shelter.”
From the corridor came yells,
scuffles, and the continual wail of the warning siren.
“I can’t go with you,” I said.
“I have to fight with them.”
“She can’t fight with us,” Lei
said, glancing at the door. “She almost killed Kale.”
I turned to Sinead. “You know
what I can do.”
Sinead gave me a pity smile.
“Yes, but you have no control over it. Let Ricardo take you to your father and
friends.”
I thought of Kale lying
motionless, near death, and I hated that she was right. As much as I wanted to
stay, I might be more hindrance than help. I caved. “Okay,” I said, defeated.
Lei flew out of the room with the Laniars on her heels.
Sinead hugged me, then rushed
after them. Arik moved over to me and cupped my face gently in his hands. His
eyes held the intensity that always drew me to him.
I swallowed my breath in
anticipation. All the sounds around us went silent.
He bent and lightly brushed my
lips with a kiss. His lips were soft and oh, so tender. Butterflies swooped and
curled inside me, and it felt like the ground disappeared from beneath my feet.
He pulled back a little and said, “Regardless of the fact that you’re a royal
pain in the arse, I fancy you. Listen to Ricardo and don’t do anything rash.”
He gave me another kiss and
rushed out the door. My heart twisted in my chest as he disappeared. I touched
my mouth and exhaled. He liked me. It was against the laws, but he told me he
fancied me. Maybe we had no future, but we had now.
“What a sweet display,” Ricardo
said, dragging me out of my haze. “I’m not one for rules or laws, but I’d be
careful there. The punishment would be much worse for him than you.”
“Why?” I stared at the door as
if I’d see Arik there.
“He’s a leader. He knows
better.” Ricardo headed to the window. “Are you ready to fly?”
“Did you say fly?”
Brenda Drake, the youngest of three children, grew up an Air Force brat and the continual new kid at school. Her fondest memories growing up is of her eccentric, Irish grandmother’s animated tales, which gave her a strong love for storytelling. So it was only fitting that she would choose to write stories with a bend toward the fantastical. When Brenda’s not writing or doing the social media thing, she’s haunting libraries, bookstores, and coffee shops or reading someplace quiet and not at all exotic (much to her disappointment).
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