Alex Conner Chronicles by Parker Sinclair Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Trust
The
Alex Conner Chronicles Book 1
by
Parker Sinclair
Genre:
Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
Alex
Conner’s memories of the vile man she exiled using supernatural
powers inherited from her mother are all but breaking into her living
hours, and nothing is working to keep her nightmares at bay.
Can
Alex solve this mystery before it's too late or will she be the one
responsible for bringing this horror back into her life?
Who
can Alex trust and how is she to deal with the draw she has towards a
new man in her life – a man who is definitely more than meets the
eye?
Alex
Conner: Witch? Healer? Both? Joining this powerful female character
and a scooby-like cast including a seer, sexy book boyfriends,
devoted best friends, heros, villans and monsters, and magical
creatures. Enjoy the first book in this ongoing paranormal and
fantasy series overflowing with suspense, steamy and romantic scenes,
kick ass action, intrigue, adventure, mind-bending plotlines, and
laugh out loud humor. Trust is a coming of age story about a young
women who had to figure out her powers all on her own. The new adult
tale will get you laughing, crying, while also being a nailbiter as
supernatural powers and beings make this a page turner for
paranormal, mystery, suspense, and fantasy fans.
Trust
is a unique twist on paranormal romance, contemporary & urban
fantasy for fans of The Hollows by Kim Harrison's, with the humor,
heart, and horror of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the magic of The Weird
Girls Series by Cecy Robson, & the science and world building of
The King Killer Chronicles.
The
Alex Conner Chronicles Reading order: Trust, Truth, Forbidden, &
Only with more to come! Contains explicit adult language and scenes.
“The
storyline was brilliant." ★★★★★
"I
ran the gambit of emotions with this book." ★★★★★
"Original
and Captivating." ★★★★★
**Only
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Journal
Entry:
Being
observant has been my blessing, my curse, and my destiny. My
grandmother always told me that I was the most perceptive creature
she had ever known, aside from her cats. This focus and intensity
have brought about my ability—my power. I remember smells that
would have been foreign to any other five year old, but not to the
daughter of Stacy Conner. A pungent mix of bodily fluids, industrial
drugs, suntan oil, and stale food. My mom was sprawled out on the
floor, while a man I had just met, touched her roughly, yet it seemed
that she found it to be in an acceptable manner. A bag of pills lay
on the bedside table: red, blue, purple, white, green, and yellow. So pretty,” I
remember commenting after I grabbed the bag and rolled it between my
young fingers. I peered over the side at my mom as her pale blue eyes
rolled in her cockeyed head, while a goofy smile crossed over her
crusted, cracked lips. Her arm slumped away from her chest and blood
trickled from her self-inflicted wound. I had come to expect this
display on a nearly daily basis, so I turned away and made a slow
crawl to the middle of my bed with my little bag of treasures. This
vivid memory causes me disgust and a patient, silent inner sobbing. Regardless of these
painful memories, my mother is still the most beautiful woman in the
world to me. I assume most mothers are viewed that way. She lay there
with her dirty blond hair tied back in her normal messy ponytail. Her
beautiful high cheekbones remained, although her skin now held tight
to her bones. When she stood, my mother was about six feet tall,
usually dressed in tight short shorts, or jeans and tank tops with no
bra. Her skin had a beautiful tone despite her drug-induced haze. Our
blend of Irish, Spanish, and Italian ancestry mixed the darker shade
of her skin with freckles in various locations, but I remember them
most on the bridge of her nose, exactly where mine are. The Conner
family is a unique blend that no one can really place. We get lots of
stares, but not many questions. I guess the mixture of our looks and
fear of the unknown lends itself to such reactions. I emptied the entire
bag, and while some of the pills found themselves piled upon another
of its kin, the unfortunate ones fell with their entire surface area
directly on to the faded, filthy bedspread. “So pretty.” I picked a few of them
up, examining each one carefully before tossing them down to join the
others. Soon, I was sailing them up into the air and watching them
lose their fight against gravity, as they dropped back on to the bed
with me. What a poor place to be, little treasures... you are
trapped, just like me. Well, we don’t have to be bored just sitting
here. Let’s try something fun. My head was turned
ever so slyly, my lips curled in a delighted Cheshire cat’s grin.
Above me, the little treasures spun in the air in a cosmic splendor
of colors and a plastic-like glimmer all on their own. I willed the
air to move and shift, lifting and turning my mother’s prized
possessions, spinning them madly around me as if they were planets
orbiting the sun. I must have lost track of time, or else time had
ceased to exist, when suddenly I took a quick look at my mother and
saw her face full of shock and somehow even paler than it had been
before. As I lifted my chin in defiance, a pill brushed my ear. Mom
gasped, and somehow, even in her drug-induced stupor, she managed to
grab my face, the treasures falling all around me like dive-bombing
tropical insects. Her beautiful blue
bloodshot eyes focused on me as if to say, “Tell no one and never
do this around anyone else again.” And I didn’t. Not until my
grandmother taught me how to control my abilities and then only with
her—till that day; the day I had to make him
go away.
Truth
The
Alex Conner Chronicles Book 2
Party
time's over; now it's time to kick some ass.
Now
that I can no longer deny my heritage as a powerful magic-wielding
Earthen Protector and healer, everything comes crashing down around
me. My estranged mother has enlisted my help in finding my Healer
father; a man who was presumed dead since before I was born.
While
I wait and train with Dana, the Mistress of Weaponry and Potions,
innocent people, some who I dearly love, face unspeakable horrors. My
small, yet powerful, group of companions confront danger head-on
while we hunt down those responsible.
Is
my father really alive and will the training prove to be enough for
me take on new ruthless enemies?
As
if the threats in my life weren't enough for me to handle, my
feelings for two men have me torn and tempted.
"A
suspenseful storyline." ★★★★★
"Original
and entertaining fantasy." ★★★★★
"An
urban fantasy with a nice punch." ★★★★★
I dread the question
before it escapes my lips. “And the Healer boy? Did he live?” Her
face turns to the left and a different low hanging branch becomes her
left arm; I follow it to the end of her finger where a body lies in
the distance. “I have stabilized them
both; it seems their fates are intertwined for the moment—both must
be saved or both shall die.” I shiver at her
matter-of-fact tone. Although I know she cares for Vex, something
tells me getting him back to her wasn’t easy. Terra seems slower
than I remember, and she hasn’t flitted to any other place along
the massive tree that is her body. Turning back to Vex, I
send my power into his furry form, concentrating, and seeking out his
injuries, to determine if I need to repair or remove anything.
Shallow breathing barely moves his body in any sort of rhythm, and
the fox’s heartbeat is faint. His mouth moves slightly and his nose
twitches; it is obviously all he can manage right now. As I continue to seek out
the source of his condition, my eyes focus on his fern-like powers
trying to rise from his fur, sizzling bright red and burning away
before barely reaching the end of a single follicle. Something is
burning him from within and the closer I get, the hotter I feel
myself become. Darkness combined with fire greets me when I get near
his injuries, the ones deep in his mind. The red burn sizzles at his
synapses and boils the chemical reactions; he is stuck in a state of
lunacy, unable to break out. I pull on the fertile earth beneath me,
preparing to use Gaia’s force in its purest form in Terra’s
world. “Now, my dear, we save
him together.” Terra’s wooden fingers
entangle in my arms and hair and I am not prepared for the rush that
comes through me. Pure, raw, Earthen energy sings through my body, as
if rocks, grit, and sand are pummeling me. It is as if I am being
blasted away and tortured from the inside. I push the pain away,
trying to trick my brain into thinking it doesn’t exist, and
concentrate instead on eradicating the flame within Vex’s riddled
brain. There is no way he is dying on me. I had somehow deluded
myself that he couldn’t ever die. That childish idealism works for
me now, as I refuse to let go of the power while it painfully races
through me, and redirect it into him, taking out the flames that are
attacking the broken fox. I ease up slightly once I
feel we have the upper hand, and pay for my mistake dearly as a
searing, red-hot slap courses across my awareness, setting my mind
afire for a moment. “Do not let your guard
down again, Eila.” Terra’s wooden fingers yank back on my hair
and she whispers viciously into my ear. “The fire will find your
weakness and take you next. Then what will you leave me with? A
charred feral Chihuahua? Bones and ash of a Healer boy, and what of
you? A drooling and worthless heroine, who will never recover from
her guilt and failure? Now, concentrate, even if it tears your
muscles and breaks your bones. I can always stitch you back up.”
Forbidden
The
Alex Conner Chronicles Book 2.5
To
be honest, my true power lies within my skills as a Seer. Alex says
that my vixen skills are just “icing on the cake.”
Sandra
is a bombshell. She also happens to be a Seer, and Earthen Protector
Alex Conner’s best friend. When Alex goes missing, Sandra seeks
help from the one person she is forbidden to contact.
Can
Sandra, and those she used to be closest to, finally move past all
the fear and mistrust?
Discover
Sandra’s dark and hidden past, one that even Alex doesn’t know
about, in this intense novella, and get a peek at what is in the
cards for their future.
“This
story has action, excitement and suspense. It is about
forgiveness
and
the past colliding with the present.” ~ Amazon Reviewer
The
Alex Conner Chronicles reading order: Trust, Truth, Forbidden, &
Only. Contains adult language and situations.
Forbidden
is a unique twist on new adult paranormal romance and supernatural
suspense for fans of The Hollows by Kim Harrison; with the humor,
heart, and horror of Buffy the Vampire Slayer; and the magic of The
Weird Girls Series by Cecy Robson.
"Full
of magic, demons, and mystery." ★★★★★
"This
book blends reality and fantasy perfectly." ★★★★★
"Gripping
story full of jammed packed action." ★★★★★
Even though Jax and I had
always been close, the tragedy brought us closer while Logan inched
away. Jax. My first crush, my first love, and my first heartbreak. “What’s on your mind,
darling?” With a start I rise from my seat, peering around wildly,
thinking I must have entered a vision. Jax’s voice fills my head
and warms me as I brush some of my darkest memories away, along with
a stray tear that I didn’t even realize had formed. My eyes focus on Jax
standing no more than three feet away. He looks the same as he always
did, but slightly more groomed in a button-up shirt and slacks. His
top button is open and a tie loosely hangs in its place. He must have
been at work. Damn, he makes a fine doctor. Jax is here, really here,
and standing right in front of me. I take a step toward him as he
closes the remaining distance between us. My arms fling around his
neck and my lips crush into his without hesitation. His tongue seeks
mine eagerly while his hands possessively grip my waist. It’s as if
we never parted, that the damage was never done. The world drops away
around us and I lose myself in our kiss.
Only
The
Alex Conner Chronicles Book 3
Sometimes
you just have to keep your mouth shut and play along; the quiet is
best for plotting, and I am getting out of here.
"This
is a great high fantasy, sexy romantic read." ★★★★★
"Full
of adventure, love, betrayal, and magic." ★★★★★
One
would think the sassy, sexy hybrid Earthen Protector and Healer Alex
Conner deserves some downtime after all she’s been through. But no.
Instead, she finds herself trapped by the king of the Fae, and he’s
not letting her go until he gets what he wants.
As
alternate realities tangle her in confusion and bring her close to
forgetting who she is and everyone she loves, will she unwittingly
give the king what he craves?
If
she does escape, will she ever pick up where she left off with her
sexy Adonis Ryan?
And
can she control the new power she never knew she could wield—one
over life and death itself—or will she be entangled in a realm
whose ruler is hell-bent on entrapping her and someone she holds
dear, forever?
Only
is a unique paranormal/supernatural romance & contemporary
fantasy novel for lovers of the metaphysical, romantic fantasy, &
elementals with romantic and dark fantasy elements. Only is enjoyed
by fans of The King Killer Chronicles, Sunshine, The Hollows, The
Weird Girls, and The Shannara Series & Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Shots of Four brings
in a sensuous beat and my body doesn’t care who he is, only that he
allows me to place my hand upon his chest and drag it down along his
tight abs. My hips sway and we fall into a dance as if our bodies
already know each other. Pulse racing, electrical jolts sizzle my
skin as a drunken euphoria floods through me. He’s so close. Every
working synapse in my being is firing in response to him, to his
smell, and to the energy rolling off him. I’m nearly in tears with
the ecstasy as we dance; our bodies become one and the music tugs and
pulses throughout my core. Shots
of Four are shamans in the
dark wooing me to set myself free. “Who
are you?” I whisper into his ear. He feels warm, comfortable, and
safe. I’m not used to feeling like this. “You
know who I am. Don’t let yourself forget those of us who can help
you. Look at me, Lex. Really look at me.” Not
fair that he knows my name, well part of it, when I haven’t a clue
of his, and what’s with all of the cryptic talk? Who have I
forgotten, and what help do I
possibly need? Well, maybe a better entertainment scout, but other
than that the club is doing well, my company is prospering, and San
Diego is an amazing place to live. Regardless, I look into his eyes,
expecting his gaze to simply make me weak in the knees, not hit me
like a full-on Louisville slugger to the head. “You
know me. Don’t forget me. He’s trying to make you forget me, all
of us, even parts of you. You can’t be found there when you don’t
want to be. It’s a trick, Alex, a trick of the Fae. Remember me.”
Ms. Sinclair is an Amazon best-selling fantasy author with books crossing into YA epic fantasy, NA Urban fantasy, paranormal romance, mystery, suspense, and Sci-fi genres. Visit ParkerSinclair.net/followme for FREE books and samples.
Parker
gives credit to the development of her imagination and passion for
writing to multiple childhood destinations lacking indoor plumbing.
She would never trade the childhood her parents gave her, and she
thanks them for raising her to have her own thoughts, dreams, and
bountiful imagination. Oh and she wishes to thank them for teaching
her that one should never leave their jeans on the floor of an
everglades campground shower--lest she do the dance of the scorpions
in the pants again!
Where
were you born/grew up at?
I was born
in Louisville, Kentucky, but my parents were nomads for the first
four years of my life. We bounced around a farm area in Colorado, to
Santa Barbara, California, and then back to Kentucky. We stayed in
Kentucky until Halloween of my 7th-grade year. It was a difficult
transition for my 9th-grade sister and I when we were uprooted and
moved to a small desert town in Colorado. We knew nobody, and we
stuck out like sore thumbs, toes, and limbs with our southern
accents, different styles of clothing, and on many deeper levels.
Yet, those
aren’t the only places I grew up. As hippies, my parents loved to
camp and live as minimally as possible. We would get pulled out of
school, sometimes before summer even began, and spend months camping
around the country, most of which was spent on our piece of land they
bought in Montana. On these trips, we learned how to fly fish, white
water raft, ride horses, farm, and how to protect ourselves against
bears and other wildlife on hikes. It was a freeing and unique
experience each summer that I will never forget. We weren’t allowed
to have devices, sometimes not even radios when we backpacked into a
glacier lake area. Instead, we made our fun by creating games,
putting on plays, making phones our of strings and cans, and telling
scary stories. My sister and I were inseparable, but when we did come
across other kids, she’d shove me out to introduce us. Guess that
made me social in a way.
As a
writer, I can point to these trips as the main driving force behind
my creativity, along with how we grew up playing outside and making
our own fun. We only had one TV in our house, no video games, but
plenty of books, art supplies and neighborhoods to play in. This led
to creating worlds, to expanding our minds, and to replenishing the
source of my creativity. I have beautiful memories, and now I’m
using those to write wonderful stories.
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