Blood Crescent
by S.M. McCoy
Genre: YA Fantasy Paranormal
Release Date: September 21, 2018
While investigating her mother’s disappearance Crystal’s bloodline leads a supernatural council to hunt her down for her latent magic. Love, lies, and long buried secrets change her life forever.
Sixteen-year-old Crystal Dylan has been marked by the waning crescent due to her latent diviner heritage. The magic from her is a beacon to any nearby supernatural beings, especially energy serpents, vampires sent by the Divine Council to capture her. She never believed in the strange, the superstitious, or magical until she started looking for her long-thought-dead mother. Too many attacks on her aura have left her drained, dying, and vulnerable leaving Victor no choice but to try anything to help her, even the serpent’s kiss.
The Divine Council was looking for the lost heir, and Damien, a drawn class serpent, was their retrieval system with an agenda of his own. Crystal’s memories are being manipulated, and she struggles to find the truth about who she loves, what happened to her mother, who she is, and how to stay alive long enough to figure it all out.
The below I think is a fun moment between Crystal and her best friend Victor while she struggles between wanting to have more than friendship and keeping things the same. All this is happening in the middle of her losing her memories, and being delved into the supernatural world of energy vampires, shadows, and witches.
Special sneak peek of the book only available for the blog tour:
"Victor..." He was talking nonsense about names and not remembering things, and all the intensity in his voice made me stop before I could say something stupid about how none of what he was saying made any sense...nonsense. And yet...my heart ached. It pulled at something inside me, like I was reaching for something lost myself. Like I had forgotten something important.
"I wanted to give you a gift worthy of such a gift as you’ve given me." He turned back toward me and his eyes seemed to flicker like a sunset of colors reflected off them for merely a millisecond. I could see the universe swirl. I touched my neck and the pulse shook me from my daze.
"No," I mouthed. I’d gone and done it...couldn’t help myself, but to stick my foot straight up and in. It felt so strong that I knew what he was going to say already and I couldn’t bear for us to change. Not yet. And I knew he was going to tell me something life shattering.
He looked mischievous and full of a confidence that I didn’t feel myself. If I were standing I wouldn’t be for long, as it was my legs were tingling in the process of being numb dead weight. Victor slid closer, lemon icing still lingering on his breath from taste testing his baking. My own mouth watered. I had to gulp to keep my lips from parting in anticipation of tasting him, hungry. He leaned back and handed me the lemon cupcake.
I absently accepted the offering. It sat heavy in my hands.
"Enjoy your cupcake." The words rolled off like from a silver-tongued monster with gorgeous lips.
My eyes widened, and I couldn’t help but wonder what his game was? Enjoy MY CUPCAKE?! My lips ached, and the pit of my stomach sank into my toes, flaming acid burning through my whole body, ready to scream.
I shouldn’t have said no, maybe I shouldn’t have said no? No...I needed to say no—this was better this way. I didn’t need to know what he was going to tell me, did I?
Stevie Marie is the author of young adult paranormal fantasy and the Divine Series. Born within the apex of another universe, where magic flows like leaky faucets, and forged from the fires of the Underrealm she dug her way to Earth and reluctantly participates in human society, secretly returning to her home world to relay the stories of her monsters, and the troubled love of her people. When she isn’t writing she’s crafting clothing in her sewing room, cuddling her significant-other creature, or pretending to adult by managing a portfolio of properties for an accounting business in the rainy city of Seattle, Washington.
No comments:
Post a Comment