Mythic gods, an incubus and a young widow, who had been abused by
her dearly departed husband… what better reason to return to the blogosphere.
I am honored to be part of the blog hop (details of hop, below)
for the release of….
Drum roll, please!
R.C. Murphy’s
Enslaved
The gods are flawed . . . and
they make awful parents.
Deryck knows first-hand the cruelty of the
gods. Three thousand years after his birth, he is still trapped, forced to
service humans as an Incubus—unable to choose whom he sleeps with, and living a
life completely devoid of love. There is no out for him. No hope. Or so he
thought.
Shayla McIntire spent five years getting her
life back on track after the accident claiming her husband’s life. She is
content to a nice, boring, subdued life free of the abuse she suffered before.
Her friends are worried. They want her to find the man of her dreams and move
on.
Little do they know, the Powers That Be have
decided the man of Shayla’s dreams for her. There’s just one hitch, he’s
enslaved to the gods and it will take power she doesn’t know she has to free
him. Deryck isn’t the only one hoping Shayla will free him, though.
* * * *
*
Little birds swooped down to the patio. They
hopped between tables, pecking at crumbs dropped by messy eaters or people
suckered in by their teeny, tiny cuteness. A group of birds fought over a
sizeable chuck of bread beside Shayla’s table. She dropped another down to
them. The birds left the first piece of bread and flocked to the new one. A
smart one broke off and doubled back to the original piece. It flew off with
its prize while the others cheeped and pecked at each other.
"Your croutons are getting soggy,"
Faye said. She nudged Shayla with a foot under the table.
"Sorry. I’m not very hungry." Shayla
dropped the rest of her dinner roll to the birds. A busboy across the patio
gave her a disapproving look.
Faye reached across and handed Shayla a fork.
"You need to eat. We aren’t leaving until you do."
"Are you going to mother me all
afternoon?" Reluctantly, Shayla stuck the fork into her Caesar salad.
"Only if you need it. Judging by the half-ass
makeup job and wrinkled clothes, I’m going to go out on a limb and say you need
someone to remind you to take care of yourself." Faye shook her head.
"Are you still hung up on what happened at the office? It’s been days. He
hasn’t been around again, has he?"
Shayla chewed the bite of salad. Going to lunch
with Faye was a mistake. The woman could have been a chief interrogator during
the inquisition.
"No, I haven’t seen him again." Much
to her dismay. That fact alone caused her to panic. Was there some sort of
psychological disorder where victims of stalking wanted to be followed? Better
yet, she should just simplify it and say she’d lost her goddamned mind in the
last few days.
Shayla pushed her bra strap back onto her
shoulder. She’d worn the lace and satin bra she swore she’d never wear. Why?
God only knew.
"That’s it, I’m going to call NASA,"
Faye blurted out of the blue.
Shayla jumped. Lettuce flew off her fork and
landed on her lap. Creamy salad dressing and parmesan cheese smeared over the
leg of her jeans. Cursing under her breath, Shayla picked the chunks of salad
off her thigh and swiped at the mess with a napkin.
"What the hell? Does NASA even exist
anymore?"
Faye handed over another napkin. "I sure
as hell hope so, or our only chance to bring your mind back to earth is
gone."
Faye calling her out about being a space case
made Shayla feel worse than before. She gave up on cleaning up the salad
dressing and tossed the dirty napkins over her food.
"Can I be honest?"
Faye nodded. "Please do. Maybe then you’ll
start acting like yourself again."
"That guy has been on my mind since seeing
him at the office. Every time I pass the flowers he brought, I want to track
him down and thank him for them. Or at the very least, apologize for freaking
out and calling the cops on him." Shayla leaned back in her seat.
"Can you fall for someone you think may be stalking you?"
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R.C. Murphy spends her nights writing urban
fantasy novels and a slew of short stories for her blog, The Path of a
Struggling Writer. By day she is a not so mild-mannered housewife,
wrangling vampires, demons, and various other nasty creatures. R.C. has joined
forces with fellow writers, artists, and actors to form the Zombie
Survival Crew where she reviews movies, TV shows, as well as
penning articles on important survival skills.
Thank you for joining our blog hop! Don't forget, it goes all
week long. For each day’s blog, you can check Just Ink Press's Facebook page
here: https://www.facebook.com/JustInkPress. All
commenters on the page will be entered into a GRAND PRIZE drawing at the end of
the week and the more you share (i.e. Twitter, Facebook, etc.), the more
chances you have to win copies of FOUR eBooks: The Dracove by
NL Gervasio, Gods & Vampyres by NL Gervasio,Nemesis by
NL Gervasio, and of course, Enslaved by R.C. Murphy—a $20.46
value. So be sure to say hi, drop the links to your shares on our page, and let
all of your friends know!
Also, we have linked to your blogs from here: http://justinkpress.com/2013/02/25/its-a-blog-hop/ and
will of course be posting to FB and twitter on appropriate days :)
Watch here for reviews of this book and others, as well as, all other kinds of musings!
AND WHILE YOU ARE AT IT CHECK OUT AND BUY:
ENSLAVED
OH and feel free to buy my novel, DARK DEALINGS,
AND WHILE YOU ARE AT IT CHECK OUT AND BUY:
ENSLAVED
OH and feel free to buy my novel, DARK DEALINGS,
