New Adult Contemporary Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Categories: Action/Adventure, Interracial/Multicultural
Heat Level: Sweet
Word Count: 80,000
Buy LinkAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Siren-Snow-Book-Redhaven-Volume/dp/1482096285/
Winter is not exactly the ‘season of the witch’. It’s cold in
Magickal mischief in the cold, quiet state is slow for the most part, but when a freak winter storm lands a half-transformed Siren on her front porch, Lucy’s life becomes increasingly strange. Her dreams are suddenly assaulted with visions of a beautiful demon man, and her waking hours are spent warding off a cadre of mysterious shadow creatures.
With the life of the Siren in her hands, Lucy must trek through the snows of
in a race against time. Her mission: to find the one person with enough knowledge of forbidden black magick to fix the broken Siren Melusine before her seven days on land are up. Canada
This is gonna be a rough week.
Reviews“Siren Snow is the story of Lucy Sinclair, the young Witch-Warden for
This story is a fantastical adventure featuring mythical and magical beings, both traditional and those created by the author’s rich imagination. The characters are well drawn and engaging, and you’ll fall in love with the varied cast. From Mishal, Lucy’s hot elemental guardian (and I do mean hot!) to Mel, the stoic Siren, the author introduces the reader to characters we’ll sorely miss once we finish that last page. Siren Snow is not without romance, though Lucy’s love life does take back seat to her heroic endeavors. Mishal, her best friend and protector, sticks by Lucy’s side, providing unwavering support. There are a few tender moments between them, but Lucy is holding back. She has a secret that involves a demon from her dreams. Twists, turns, and surprises await Lucy on her journey and the ending will leave you breathless.I’m waiting anxiously for the next book in the series and once you read it, you will too. I highly recommend this book.”--Tricia Drammeh, author of The Claiming Words
“I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It really drew me in even in the first chapter. I couldn't help but read the entire thing in just two days!
The characters are very likeable. I already feel that I know them well, despite this being the author's first book. It's so easy to share Lucilla's triumphs, and to feel empathy for her shortcomings.
The unexpected adventure certainly kept me interested, and the surprises were enough to keep me on my toes. I don't want to say too much, but I found the motel scene to be particularly haunting, in a very good way!
The story is very well-told. A few loose ends are left untied - intentionally, I am sure - to set the stage for later entries in the saga. However, the focus of this particular book is fully realized, in a singularly satisfying manner.
I am eagerly awaiting the next installment of this series; it's really got me hooked! All in all, I would love to schedule a trip to Redhaven myself in order to meet Lucilla Sinclair and her companions!”--Phillip Anderson, Goodreads Reviewer
“Truly an amazing book.
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About the AuthorA
Her bookshelf includes everything from Tolkien to plumbing (just one though... pipes are boring but nescessary). She's very fond of anything urban/paranormal fantasy, and has an entire shelf dedicated to zombies. (Never hurts to be prepared.)
Siren Snow is her debut novel, and book #1 of a 7 part series. Book #2 (Ghost Wolf) is due out May 2013.
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Excerpt #2 (from Chapter 18)
His gold-moon eyes rolled up to look at me, and it wasn't quite as predatory as it had been, though it still made me uncomfortable. It was the kind of look you give someone when what is at your mouth is very much not a bloody hand. It was the kind of look that made my pale cheeks flush pink. He grinned around the edges, and his black snake tongue eased past his lips. He licked the blood off my hand, my own blood, and shivered. He fed on my hand like a butterfly at a flower, with quick, short licks, and very much like a butterfly, his wings fanned in smooth, slow motions. Well, you know... if butterflies came from hell, anyway.
The more blood he licked off my hand, the more it seemed to agitate him, rile him up, until finally he pulled my hand away from his mouth, his eyes wide and wild and hungry. Dizziness returned then, and I swayed slightly in the snow, trying to focus on his wild, moon-bright eyes. Before I could process what was happening, his face shot forward and captured my lips with his.
His mouth was warm, and soft, save for the press of sharp teeth just past those sweet lips. He kissed me hard, and I tasted my own blood in his mouth. That strange, alien snake tongue licked at my lips, and I had just started to consider it, when I staggered and nearly fainted from the suddenly intense, burning pain in my shoulder. As he'd kissed me, his hand had moved to my shoulder, and during my distraction, he had popped it back into its socket. I cried my pain into his mouth, and this brought him closer. He stepped one leg over me, straddling me in the snow so that only the fine, soft fabric of his long, decorated loin cloth brushed against my legs.