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TOUR, EXCERPT & #GIVEAWAY - Immortal Defiance (Dulcea's Rebellion #1) by Laura Maybrooke

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Publication date: October 10th 2019

@XpressoTours, @LMaybrooke

#Adult, #Fantasy, #Paranormal, #Romance

Some things never die. Hope. Heroes. Defiance.

Things take a strange turn for Dulcea, the elven enchantress turned war heroine and Dragonmistress, when a countryman’s betrayal lands her in enemy hands.

As she awaits her execution, a stranger with mysterious powers offers her another chance at life. Will she die here or risk what sinister fate he has in store for her?

Can Dulcea reclaim her rightful place and lead her army once more? Or does Krath, the man who travels the Realm of the Dead as one of its own, prove to be the obstacle that fells her rebellion?

… Or will this immortal vampire warrior turn out to be the best chance she has of defying the ancient evil arising in the west?

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Immortal Defiance

By Laura Maybrooke

Excerpt #1

(551 words)


Dulcea stared at the black ceiling, shivering from the cold of the underground. She attempted to recount all the important things in her life before it was to end when out of nowhere she heard a soft voice.

“A damsel in distress.” To her confused surprise, the language spoken was Caerynian Common instead of Sarusean, the tone of the words fascinated. “A maiden sacrifice.”

Dulcea thought she saw a shadow move from the corner of her eye, but when she turned her head to look there was no one there. For an instant, fear took her breath away.

The seconds ticked by, but nothing happened. She saw no one.

“Aren’t you going to ask who’s there?” the voice asked her after a moment, sounding amused.

It was a man’s voice, deep and smooth—almost familiar, like something half heard in a dream.

She drew in a shuddering breath. “Who are you?”

“I could tell you my name, but it would mean nothing to you,” the voice said. “I can tell you what I am instead: I am the beast that has come to collect you.”

Her blood ran cold. The hair on her nape stiffened.

Her throat felt raw. “Keep away from me!”

“You are afraid. Good. You should be. Things do not look good for you.”

Dulcea whipped her head from side to side, but still she saw no one. The voice seemed to come from a different direction every time it spoke. She could not tell if she was talking to a person under an invisibility spell or a disembodied spirit.

“What do you want?”

There came a soft, answering chuckle from somewhere nearby. “If only it were that easy. What do I want? The mind can want one thing, the heart another. Reason and instinct can both be at conflict. It is not so much about wanting as it is about choosing a path, and I have not yet chosen.”

“Who do you serve?” He sounded different from the priests.

“I serve no one.”

“No. Everyone serves someone, even kings and emperors.”

“I am neither a king nor an emperor, but I serve no one.”

Dulcea froze. Fear entered her mind. She had the sudden dreadful premonition that perhaps she was already dead and talking to Asherac himself.

“You refused to heed the counsel of your friends,” the voice said. “You ignored the caution advised to you, only to find yourself in this wretched place. How does that make you feel?”

Her breath failed her. Dulcea wheezed, trying to calm the panicked fluttering of her heart.

“I bet you have some regrets and would welcome a second chance.”

The faintest hope stirred in her breast at his words. Perhaps he meant her no malice.

“Yes…” Her tone was cautious. “I wish for a second chance.”

“It is a vain wish. There are no second chances. All of us we only get one try, and if we fail, we must live with the consequences. You have failed. I am not here to rescue you. I am merely here to offer you a different kind of nightmare.”

“What… what are you talking about?”

“I cannot seem to choose on my own, so you must do it for me. Would you like to take your chances with me… or with them?”

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“I live in my own little world. But it’s ok, they know me here.” (Who besides me has this fridge magnet; raise your hand!) That’s sometimes what it feels like. Who says stories aren’t real? I live in the land of the Midnight Sun and Polar Nights, together with my husband and daughter, and a cast of fantasy characters running around in my head. It’s busy here. Care to stay and chat a while? Laura Maybrooke is an 80s’ child, who works too much and writes too little, but who’ll never say no to a thrilling romance, a high fantasy adventure, or a cookbook full of delicious treats she’d like to bake one day.

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