JGBS Presents: Book Blast and Giveaway for Dysus Dreamer by J.A. Garland
Title: Dysus
Dreamer
Author: J.A.
Garland
Published: July 1st, 2013
Publisher: Burst
Books
Word Count: 70,000
Genre: Urban
Fantasy
Content Warning: Contains
violence and minor adult language.
Recommended Age: 18+
Synopsis: Demon
warrior, Slade Aesus, is determined to destroy the werewolves
controlling his cousin. But a beautiful elf, consumed by her own
vengeance, finds the wolves first. Botching her assassination
attempt, Annwyn has the most powerful Packs in the world biting at
her heels. Both fiercely independent, can the two join forces long
enough to fulfill their missions and stay alive?
About the Author:
Writing under the
pen name, J.A. Garland, Jennifer is a full time firefighter in the
state of California, an addicted trail runner, a connoisseur of all
things cheese puff, and a urban fantasy author. When she isn't
slogging through the obstacles at a mud run, you can find her hunched
over her computer unleashing demons, vampires, and werewolves upon
the world.
Excerpt from Dysus
Dreamer by J.A. Garland:
A solid assassination operation takes
one part opportunity, two parts discipline, and three parts
disposition. Having two out of three this chilly Seattle evening,
Slade considered himself in abundance of good fortune.
Parked in front of a solitary office building, in the zone clearly marked “No Parking,” Slade cleared his mind of distractions consisting of the little here and there that could creep in and throw him off, just a hair, but enough to jeopardize his mission. Satisfied, he slid out of the rental car and re-tucked a stylish black golf shirt monogrammed with “Constantine Vineyards” into a pair of crisp, steel gray slacks. In this particular scenario, image was crucial.
Tonight, the element discipline presented itself by his waiting for the precise moment to strike. He made a living analyzing people and their habits, so he knew his targets relaxed around the holidays and were less likely to see the danger lurking behind his smiling façade. The current festivity du jour was Christmas, and coupled with his gift, destined Slade a popular man. I'm counting on it.
He moved around to the trunk, where he heaved free a slatted, wooden case. It smelled of musky oak. The peaceful scent hinted at candlelit dinners shared with a long time lover. His jaw clenched. Not in my past and not in my future.
Slade lugged his precious cargo toward the sprawling metal office building. Immense, the structure stabbed farther into the heavens than any other in the area, yet fell short. Just like my target. Outwardly, Joe Larsen appeared a dedicated family man, a real pillar of the community whose flourishing internet and telecommunications business, ProCom, employed hundreds. In reality, the werewolf belonged to the Dirty Dozen, a group of the twelve most ruthless wolf Packs roaming the earth.
How ironic. I was once your target. A year ago, the Dozen kidnapped his cousin Amber, a half-demon, half-human. Able to keep a shifter from shifting, Amber's ability proved irresistible, since more times than not, the Dozen's meetings devolved into an unproductive, fur-flying brawl. We saved Amber, but left behind some unfinished business. Starting with Larsen, the wolves would learn a lesson...a demon’s memory rivals the most scorned woman, and paybacks were indeed a bitch.
Parked in front of a solitary office building, in the zone clearly marked “No Parking,” Slade cleared his mind of distractions consisting of the little here and there that could creep in and throw him off, just a hair, but enough to jeopardize his mission. Satisfied, he slid out of the rental car and re-tucked a stylish black golf shirt monogrammed with “Constantine Vineyards” into a pair of crisp, steel gray slacks. In this particular scenario, image was crucial.
Tonight, the element discipline presented itself by his waiting for the precise moment to strike. He made a living analyzing people and their habits, so he knew his targets relaxed around the holidays and were less likely to see the danger lurking behind his smiling façade. The current festivity du jour was Christmas, and coupled with his gift, destined Slade a popular man. I'm counting on it.
He moved around to the trunk, where he heaved free a slatted, wooden case. It smelled of musky oak. The peaceful scent hinted at candlelit dinners shared with a long time lover. His jaw clenched. Not in my past and not in my future.
Slade lugged his precious cargo toward the sprawling metal office building. Immense, the structure stabbed farther into the heavens than any other in the area, yet fell short. Just like my target. Outwardly, Joe Larsen appeared a dedicated family man, a real pillar of the community whose flourishing internet and telecommunications business, ProCom, employed hundreds. In reality, the werewolf belonged to the Dirty Dozen, a group of the twelve most ruthless wolf Packs roaming the earth.
How ironic. I was once your target. A year ago, the Dozen kidnapped his cousin Amber, a half-demon, half-human. Able to keep a shifter from shifting, Amber's ability proved irresistible, since more times than not, the Dozen's meetings devolved into an unproductive, fur-flying brawl. We saved Amber, but left behind some unfinished business. Starting with Larsen, the wolves would learn a lesson...a demon’s memory rivals the most scorned woman, and paybacks were indeed a bitch.
Giveaway Details:
There is an international tour wide
giveaway. Up for grabs is a $50 Amazon Gift
Card!
What a great website! Thank you for posting the info on Dysus Dreamer, I look forward to answering your readers questions. **Takes a sip of coffee** Okay, fire away!
ReplyDeleteThank you for allowing me to join in on the fun! What is up with the cover? With the chick holding the sword is that something that happens in the book?
ReplyDeleteAutumn,
DeleteNo. Unfortunately, an author doesn't have much say in her book cover. Thy publisher will do as they wish...