A Bite of Frost Anthology Book Tour and Giveaway :)
A
Bite of Frost Anthology
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
A
collection of short stories that will tickle your toes with a touch
of frost and warm your heart with a love bite of romance.
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Cyan
by
Lashanta Charles
Ve·tur
/vetr/ /vÉĖtŹr/
/veĖtŹr/
Faroese, Icelandic,
Old Norse
noun meaning
winter
“on the outskirts
of Sault Ste. Marie, lives the most powerful Vetur wielder”
~Cyan~
Groomed to be
pure perfection in the eyes of a never-satisfied mother, Cyan
struggled to find her place within her clan. She knew her
responsibility to them, but she had yet to deliver. She was supposed
to be theVetur and yet, she wasn’t. They accepted her, failure
and all, they still loved her. But love and acceptance are futile in
the eyes of time. And time is something she can’t take for granted
because soon, it will run out.
Refusing to tempt
fate, and for their own selfish gain, those closest to Cyan betrayed
her in the worst way possible. Secrets. Lies. Absolute deception. She
didn’t break though. She snapped.
Movement
flashed and they were there before me. The three strangers. I hadn’t
thought it was possible for them to look even more menacing, and yet
they did. Backs straight, no longer slouched carelessly, and bulging
muscles poised to either attack or defend, they were a sight to
behold. But their leader; the one front and center, three steps ahead
of the two flanking him? He was glorious. His dark hair
grazed his wide shoulders. Honey brown eyes glared at me, his lips
stretched into a thin line. Black clothing head to toe, made a
valiant attempt at concealing his powerfully built physique. Hands as
big as dinner plates remained loose, palms open and facing me, at his
sides. Loose and empty. He’d chosen to face me
without a weapon, but his entire aura radiated danger. How he managed
to simultaneously seem relaxed and alert was beyond me, but Vetur
recognized the true peril in the room. It wasn’t The Queen. It
wasn’t the warriors at my back. It wasn’t even the formidable duo
flanking him. It was him alone. My power urged me to confront him.
Fight him. Make him conquer us. One corner of his mouth ticked up
into a smirk and the movement drew my eyes. When I realized he’d
been watching me analyze him my eyes narrowed in irritation. “Little fox,”
his baritone flowed across to me like a warm palm caressing my face
and I barely suppressed a full-bodied quiver. “I’d like the
opportunity to take that challenge.” He finished with a dip of his
head and a slight bow, never taking his eyes off me. Those eyes. That
body. His voice. Every aspect of him tugged at me and I fought to
resist it. Fought to remember the challenge I’d issued to The Queen
to kill me. Did he think he could take me? My
eyebrow rose in question as I realized the ice within a three feet
radius of him and his men had begun to melt. Drawing back up to his
full height, he took a few steps toward me. Also, had he just called
me a fox? "Accepted.” “Not
accepted! You will keep your distance from my heir, Valen! Cyan, you
will stop this foolishness and do as you’ve been told,” The Queen
shouted just as Kormen spoke up. “Cy
you cannot do this!” Calm
that I hadn’t even noticed settle over me receded in an instant,
giving way to a seething rage at their interruption. I needed to
speak with this beautiful stranger. Needed every
single interaction he gave and they wanted to prevent that. Celeste
continued to spew threats, not even realizing the monster she’d
unleashed. Pulling one of my knives back into myself, I flicked a
free hand in Kormen’s direction, burying him in an avalanche of
snow. I’d deal with his betrayal later. Eyes narrowed to slits, I
focused on the woman who birthed me. The bane of my existence. “You
went too far this time, mother. If
you want me to stop this then you’ll have to kill me.” Her
eye twitched. The only indication that my words had a negative effect
on her, but I ignored it. My second knife materialized in my palm
again and with little thought, I sent them both sailing through the
air with her as my intended target. Valen, who seemingly read my
mind, moved barely a moment later. Jumping, he plucked both knives
from the air. His hands sizzled as the ice melted in them. Son
of a . . . “Let
the record show that I vehemently object to that whole killing you
suggestion,” he stated, his voice still calm and collected.
LaShanta Charles is from South Carolina, but currently lives in Tacoma, WA. She's married, has three tiny humans who constantly mooch off of her, and is active duty in the US Army. She's a homebody who adores SLEEPING, reading (romance, especially RH, paranormal, and sci-fi), eating, white chocolate mochas, SLEEPING, Reese's PB Cups (but only the ones stuffed with Reese's Pieces), and writing. Oh, and she hates spiders; why do they need EIGHT legs?
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Thank you for the great book tour. The book looks reslly intresting and i love the cover.
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