Saturday, February 20, 2016

DEMONS DON'T DREAM COVER REVEAL!!


HELLO FRIENDS! BOY AM I EXCITED ABOUT TODAY'S COVER REVEAL! I HAVE THE AMAZING COVER OF: DEMONS DON'T DREAM; DEMONIC TALES #1; BY: HANNAH WALKER, ALONG WITH THE BLURB, AN AMAZING EXCERPT AND EVEN SOME EXCITING NEWS ABOUT RELEASE DAY! LET'S GET TO IT!!


HERE IS THE BEAUTIFUL COVER: MADE BY THE OH SO FAB KELLIE DENNIS!!



BEAUTIFUL RIGHT? WAIT TILL YOU READ THE BOOK, AHHH AMAZING!! NOW FOR THE BLURB AND AFTER THAT THE EXCITING NEWS ABOUT RELEASE DAY!! :)

Being the Terran ambassador assigned to Kenistal, the Demon home world, is not a particularly easy posting. Caris Dealyn wants nothing more than to get this assignment done so he can continue searching for his missing Avanti friends. But first, he needs to solve the mystery surrounding the last ambassador’s disappearance, while navigating the Demon court with all its whisperings of plots and betrayals. It's not such a bad job, if he could keep his attention on work and not on the prince who seems to distract him just by being near.
Prince Dasalin Kan’erkit is busy running the kingdom in his father's absence, but not so busy he doesn’t notice the new Ambassador. Caris gets under his skin like no one else before, which is quite a feat considering Dasa’s demonically tough scales.

The attraction between them is undeniable, and when events throw them together, sparks fly. They can't get enough of each other. But there are forces at work that wish to keep them apart. In a fight for their survival, the two must figure out which demonic faction is behind the plot and protect not only themselves, but the people they have both vowed to serve.

HANNAH NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE ME WITH HER IMAGINATION AND THE BRILLIANT WAY SHE TRANSLATES IT ONTO THE PAGE, AND THIS BOOK IS NO DIFFERENT, AND LUCKILY YOU GUYS WILL GET TO READ IT SOON, BECAUSE RELEASE DAY IS THIS MONDAY!! YAYYYYYY!!! 

NOW FOR AN EXCERPT: YOU GUYS ARE GONNA LOVE THIS!

Dasalin Kan’erkit sat at the head table looking down on those gathered around him. He was fed up of the pompous parasites in front of him. All they did was come here to see, and be seen. Officially, they came here to pay homage to him, but not one of the current guild officers and masters present cared for him, or he for them. In fact, he hated them with his whole being. They were supposed to be the bastions of their society, the leaders of their respective guilds, the demons everyone looked to for guidance. Instead, they were a bunch of officious self-serving vermin. He hated them. They spent their time stabbing each other in the back and playing whatever game they could to advance themselves politically. If they weren’t whiling away their time on back-room deals of a political nature, then they were gossiping about who was sleeping with who and what the latest scandal was, because there was always a scandal, or at least it seemed that way to Dasa. The few decent guild masters avoided these gatherings as much as demonically possible.
Bo’saverin Hevalis looked at his childhood friend, Prince Dasa, and wondered what had got stuck in his horns this time. Bo could swear there was steam coming from them and that was never a good sign. Add in the fact Dasa’s skin was getting darker by the minute and you had a potentially lethal combination. The normal mid-purple of Dasa’s skin was now pulsing a vibrant, deep purple and was mottling in places. Bo followed Dasa’s line of vision.
He rolled his eyes as he caught sight of Veris Lagonis verbally assaulting someone. He couldn’t quite see who it was— they were hidden behind Veris’ hulking eight foot frame— but it wasn’t looking good for whoever was on the end of his tirade. Veris’ red skin was pulsing in time to his tail twitch.
Out of the corner of his eye, Bo caught Dasa clench and release his fist repeatedly. When he grabbed one of the steel ale goblets, Bo knew what was coming next. Five, four, three, two, one… Crack! The steel goblet crumpled under the force of Dasa’s fist.
Bo turned his face away briefly as he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes before looking back. “Really, Dasa? You couldn’t go one night without ruining the goblets? What’s the count, seventeen this month so far? We’re only eight days in, for frek’s sake. It’s no wonder the metalworkers like you so much. Your goblet-crushing habit is keeping them in business.”
Dasa turned and scowled at his friend. “I pay them well, they shouldn’t complain.”
“Oh, trust me, my friend, they don’t. What’s got stuck in your horns tonight?”
Dasa nodded over at Veris.
Bo simply shrugged, still not understanding what the problem was. “Veris is being Veris, there’s nothing new there. He’s always out to give someone a verbal beating.”
“Look behind him,” Dasa growled out.
Bo shifted slightly so he could get an unobstructed view of what Dasa was seeing. The minute his gaze landed on the Terran behind Veris, he groaned deeply. There was Caris Dealyn, the Terran ambassador to Kenistal, the demon home world.
“Now you see.” Dasa forced the words out through his teeth.
“Your problem? Yes, yes I do.” Bo smirked.
Dasa’s eyes narrowed dangerously at his friend. “What do you mean my problem?” Tufts of steam started appearing from the base of his horns and wound their way in a spiral to the tip, little puffs slowly escaping and evaporating into the air.
“Oh, come on, Dasa.” Bo pressed his lips into a thin line. “The little Terran has the unique ability to get on your spikes. I swear everything he does goads you. I’m starting to wonder why.”
“Why?” Dasa’s spikes started to grow out from underneath his skin, hardening as they did so. They started at his neck, and one by one, locked into the one emerging next to it— the rippling signaling his body was engaging its natural armor.
“Whoa. Calm down, Dasa.” Bo held his large green hands up, palms out. “Frek, you’re in a mood tonight. I simply meant there has to be something about him responsible for working you up so much. I’m telling you, it’s not natural.”
Dasa’s foot was tapping out a rapid beat on the stone floor underneath the table. “Frek me. I don’t know… he just bugs me.”
“Bugs you?”
“Yes!” Dasa’s hands lifted in exasperation.
“Right,” Bo drawled. He turned to take in the Terran in question and looked him over.
Caris stood no taller than about five feet eight. He was a typical Terran, with pale pinkish skin, lacking in horns or scales. His hair was bright blond, his eyes, emerald green. Normally, he was a sweet, mild-mannered man. Caris was politically astute, remarkably intelligent, multilingual and stubborn. The man could get concessions out of just about any race he faced as an ambassador for the Barin Alliance.
Bo was seriously impressed. The man was a political dynamo. Now, put him in front of Dasa, and he became a bumbling, shy, stuttering fool. He blushed, tripped over thin air, and could barely string a coherent thought together, let alone a sentence. Bo knew, in the instinctive way of friends, that little Caris had the hots for the demon prince.
Dasa, on the other hand, was completely unaware of his feelings. Frek, Bo was sure he really didn’t understand why the little Terran got to him so much. It was a constant source of enjoyment for Bo. He’d while away many a formal occasion watching these two dance around each other, both of them completely oblivious to the other’s feelings.
Dasa groaned. Bo snapped his focus back to Caris and Veris. Veris held the Terran up against the wall by his throat, his feet dangling off the floor, much to the amusement of all the demons around him. Bo turned his focus back to Dasa, just in time to see another steel goblet join the first in a mangled mess on the table. Dasa stood to his full height and stalked towards the pair, as yet undetected by anyone.
AMAZING RIGHT? TOLD YOU IT WAS!! DON'T FORGET TO GRAB THE BOOK MONDAY, IT IS AMAZING AND YOU WILL LOVE IT! SEE YOU GUYS NEXT TIME!! 



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