The Moonlighters apologize for the glitch in today's scheduled guest blogger. But, due to unforeseen complications, our blogger is not able to be with us today.
So, instead, I'm going to promo my upcoming release.
The long awaited *snorts* release of my new e-book, Elfin Blood, is almost here. It's original release date was November 9th, but it got bumped to Monday, October 19th!! Tomorrow!!!! Woot!!! *cheers excitedly*
My Book Cover
Elfin Blood Copyright 2009 Gracen Miller
Cover Art by Fiona Jayde
Scorned by her own kind for her half-breed elf status, Julija lives a lonely existence among her Ivory Elf kin. She is the only one the elves can trust when a magical book in elf lore is stolen. Relegated to steal the Book from the vampire thief, Landau Jamieson, she's surprised to discover he has the ability to walk in daylight. Refusing to be deterred by developing setbacks, she’s committed to executing the heist for an Ivory King who grows more desperate to possess the Book. Nothing about the vampire is as it appears and Julija begins to doubt her mission. Worse, she begins to worry she won't have the strength to guard her heart from her sworn enemy.
Landau is fascinated by the elf stalking him and baffled by the potent hunger she elicits after ten thousand years of celibacy. Soon he discovers the lovely sprite is a pawn in a dangerous game--orchestrated by none other than a reviled enemy from his past. While blind-sided by her beauty and her magical powers, the least of which is the spell she casts on his heart, the sinister plot unfolds. What started out as folly to catch a thief, blossoms into a love that casts aside bloodlines and forges all boundaries.
Alberic demanded Julija map out her strategy for stealing back the Ivory Elfin Book of Lore. Just once, she wanted to find the courage to tell the stuffed shirt to stuff it! His snotty order was not high on her priority list today, especially after he blamed her for Landau’s kiss at Ravens the other night.
She’d show him she’d do what she wanted, when she wanted, but more to the point how she wanted. Her rebellion, however, was short lived. With a mental snort, she accepted that disobeying Alberic wasn’t an option. Considering the task, it was lame trying to rebel, particularly after he’d employed her to steal. He made sure she didn’t have a choice, hinting he’d kill her if she failed.
She flipped through the magazine Lipstick and Highheels. Gaudy jewelry, outlandish clothing and come-fuck-me high heels filled every page. She loved everything in the magazine, wanted to own and wear all they had to offer.
To counterpoint her complex life, she desired the mundane objects human beings offered in the magazine ads, and wished her worries were simple as mankind’s. She doubted any of them took orders from a highbrow immortal like she did.
With her nail, she scratched the fragrance patch in the magazine ad and reveled in the luscious scent wafting around her. The coffee shop doors jingled, drawing her gaze. In the blink of an eye, her senses shifted from scent to sight as the Prince of Veil—Landau Jamieson—entered the coffee shop.
His gaze honed in on her like a gun laser. A cocky grin curled the corner of his freaking sexy mouth as he headed straight for her, all swagger and overconfidence. “Mind if I join you?”
“Yes,” she said, hoping the anarchy in her voice would deter him.
When he reached for the chair, she kicked the legs out and sent it tumbling over to the floor. A patron squealed and others turned to gawk.
“Find another seat,” she said with a harsh glare and didn’t appreciate his mocking chuckle.
“Tsk. Tsk,” he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling with laughter. “You’re causing another scene.”
“I don’t give a shit.” She had the feeling he enjoyed provoking her.
He righted the chair before she could stop him. “Watch your language, Jewel.”
Sloughing off the endearment, she watched him spin the chair around until the back faced her.
“It doesn’t become you.” Landau straddled the chair in an all-male way and draped his arms over the top. The back of the chair barely reached the middle of his chest.
“I don’t give a shit,” she reiterated, tossing the magazine onto the table.
It'll be available tomorrow at Noble Romance Publishing!!!