Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Hey, It's A NEW COVER Reveal Tour for "House of Kings" by Keary Taylor

by Keary Taylor

The House of Royals series is getting a facelift!  Stay tuned over the next few days, as we explore each of the first four books in The House of Royals series.  There will be an excerpt from each book and prizes to win, including a Keary Taylor eBook of your choice, a signed Keary Taylor paperback of your choice, and two Amazon gift cards!

Book 3, in the House of Royals Series
"House of Kings"
Genre: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance. 176 pages.
Price: $3.99 ebook (at time of post)
Book Link: Click Here

The new HOUSE OF KINGS cover is here!
Alivia’s father left her a letter before he died, begging her to stay away from the King and the Royals. But it was a plea made in vain. She never could have run from this life, not when she might be Cyrus’ resurrected queen. The King has arrived in Silent Bend and with him, he brought the end to Alivia’s mortal life. 

Uncontrollable bloodlust and an ever-shifting world rule her nights now. These twisted politics are deadly enough, but now her heart is the newest battleground. There’s no hiding from the one who hates everything she was born to, a spy who embraces everything she’s become, and a King who vies for someone she may soon remember.  

 The games have begun. The House of Conrath is growing. Blood will be shed, the bodies will fall. Alliances will be tested and old enemies look like harmless children compared to the new ones rising from the shadows.
The details blur away and whoever it is doesn’t get a second to scream before my fangs sink into a soft neck.  They go numb and I grab them tightly to keep them from collapsing to the dirty, cold floor.

“You are a most excellent hunter,” Cyrus says.  “In that, you are indeed like Sevan.”

But his words are background noise.  I pull.  One long drink after another.

“And you certainly have picked a beautiful specimen,” Cyrus says approvingly.  He walks around the two of us.  And as my belly fills with the blood of this person, the heady fog fades from my brain.  I feel my animalistic side begin to ebb.  The predator is satisfied.  And the humanity in me returns once more.

My fangs instantly retract.  The individual I’m holding onto collapses to the ground as I let go and take five horrified steps away.

It’s a woman.  She’s young, probably no more than a year or two older than myself. Her eyes are closed, blood running down her neck from the two puncture wounds. Her face is beautiful yet intimidating.  Harsh cheekbones, a square, sharp jawline. Long brunette hair, lighter than my own, falls around her in soft waves.

“You need not feel ashamed, my dear,” Cyrus says as he crosses to me and pulls me into his arms.  “This is what our kind does.  It is our instinct and without following it, we experience something worse than death.  Do not be regretful for what you are.”

But my eyes stay staring at the woman, wide and horrified.  This is my third victim. And I can’t seem to help it.  My thirst takes over and I kill.

I kill innocent people.

I watch as all the color leaves the woman’s face, she grows white and her lips look blue.

“Come,” Cyrus says.  He releases me, but holds onto my hand and pulls me toward the door once more.  “Let us finish the delicious meal you prepared for us and think of this no more.”

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