I'm so happy to announce the release of Juli D. Revezzo's new fantasy novel--Passion's Sacred Dance from her Harshad Wars series.
Description:
If
the battle is lost, the enemy will take control of Earth for the next
five hundred years. Stacy and Aaron's budding love might only complicate
things.
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Battling
mounting debt, Stacy Macken is determined not to lose her historic art
gallery. When Aaron Fielding appears and offers to help, she fights to
keep the attraction sizzling between them from clouding her judgment. He
may be her savior in disguise--but can she trust him?
Aaron
intrigues her with tales of the Tuatha dé Danann, sworn warriors who
protect humanity from the monsters seeking their destruction. If Aaron
can prove what he claims, she would give up anything to help--even the
gallery he claims is sacred ground. But with her property set to stage
the next epic battle, she needs answers. An old family diary will
confirm the ancient legend is true, if only they can find it in time.
Excerpt:
Aaron planted his stance against the ground like the roots of a great oak tree, and pulled out his harshad. He flipped the handle over in his hand and two flail-like ends emerged. The ends cut through the glass wall, and snaked around the lawyer’s throat like metal ropes, before tightening. The lawyer’s face began to turn red. Rendered immobile, he stumbled easily as Aaron gave the handle a hard tug. Stacy screeched as she tripped along with him. Aaron stepped through the wall, pried Bradley’s fingers from Stacy’s flesh, and shoved her protectively behind his back.
“Do me a favor,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “Call the number I gave you yesterday. They’ll do us more good than 9-1-1.”
Stacy turned and ran for the hall as the lawyer hissed out, “You should learn not to get involved, unsavory one.”
Aaron swallowed his relief when he heard Stacy slam the door against the wall. He turned his attention back to the cackling lawyer.
“I would give you the same warning, human.” Aaron studied the man in earnest, his voice calm. “You have no idea what you’re involved in.”
“I should say the same to you.”
“Oh, I know the depths of their malevolence.” He tugged Bradley’s shirt collar down to reveal the glowing green eye tattooed on his chest. The lawyer’s breathing became more shallow, and sweat trickled from his temple.
“Do you know what you’re dealing with? Think long and hard about which side of the debtors’ line
you’ll be on when the battle comes.” He slung the lawyer around, towards the back door. “Tell your masters this ground will carry my brand when all is said and done, or I shall gladly hound them to the ends of their unnatural lives!”
Aaron planted his stance against the ground like the roots of a great oak tree, and pulled out his harshad. He flipped the handle over in his hand and two flail-like ends emerged. The ends cut through the glass wall, and snaked around the lawyer’s throat like metal ropes, before tightening. The lawyer’s face began to turn red. Rendered immobile, he stumbled easily as Aaron gave the handle a hard tug. Stacy screeched as she tripped along with him. Aaron stepped through the wall, pried Bradley’s fingers from Stacy’s flesh, and shoved her protectively behind his back.
“Do me a favor,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “Call the number I gave you yesterday. They’ll do us more good than 9-1-1.”
Stacy turned and ran for the hall as the lawyer hissed out, “You should learn not to get involved, unsavory one.”
Aaron swallowed his relief when he heard Stacy slam the door against the wall. He turned his attention back to the cackling lawyer.
“I would give you the same warning, human.” Aaron studied the man in earnest, his voice calm. “You have no idea what you’re involved in.”
“I should say the same to you.”
“Oh, I know the depths of their malevolence.” He tugged Bradley’s shirt collar down to reveal the glowing green eye tattooed on his chest. The lawyer’s breathing became more shallow, and sweat trickled from his temple.
“Do you know what you’re dealing with? Think long and hard about which side of the debtors’ line
you’ll be on when the battle comes.” He slung the lawyer around, towards the back door. “Tell your masters this ground will carry my brand when all is said and done, or I shall gladly hound them to the ends of their unnatural lives!”
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