“The Hand of Kali Series”–that sounds almost irresistible! Dark, and dangerous, and very exotic. Can’t wait to see what this is about…
So–what are the particulars? Hmmm…let’s see:
The FIRE trilogy – the Hand of Kali Series, Book #1
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Publication Date: 23 July 2013
Publisher: Infinite Ink
Well alrighty then–we’re in on the ground floor with this series. Best to get this one read before the next one comes out. And just where does one purchase said book?
Paperback Purchase links Amazon | Barnes & Noble
And a nice giveaway here: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/share-code/MTg5ZjVhMzJhZDU2OWQ0MGIzYTkzMTU1MTA4ZjQ1OjM0/
Okay–so entice me. What can I expect from this title?
Normal people sneak out to a party and have fun. Maya Rao ends the evening by incinerating the guy who attacks her. Nik Lucas, sexy, new in town and totally forbidden, happens to walk in on her. Normal guys would run for the hills. Nik knows a whole lot more than he’s telling. Maya doesn’t believe the gods are real, doesn’t waste her time with mere mythology. But when gods, demons and hellhounds become the new normal and wielding fire becomes her new skill, she must decide what it is she really believes. Can Maya accept that normal is something she will never be because it isn’t normal to be… The Hand of Kali.
Ooh! My kind of story! More! We want an excerpt!!!
Maya stepped into the foyer, swallowing a bubble of nervous excitement. Nik leaned against a wall near the stairs, dark hair curling onto his shoulder. His nonchalant slouch didn’t fool her. His black eyes stared right through her as if he knew something she didn’t. Her Nik-based musings were short-lived as Amber tightened her grip, steering her to the left. Maya avoided Nik’s gaze and turned, submitting to Amber’s direction. And found herself staring right into the brightest blue eyes she’d ever seen. Electric blue and purely predatory.
“Come. Let’s go outside,” Byron spoke in her ear. His voice loud and cutting. His breath moved across her cheek, hot and fetid. Worse than alcohol. Like something had crawled in there and died a long time ago. Maya shuddered and winced as his lips touched her temple.
The cold softness freaked her out.
Maya’s heart pounded harder. She knew Byron had felt her pulse race when he threw her a knowing smile that curled at the corner of his lip and said volumes as his thumb dug into her waist, then drew small circles on her skin.
Maya stalked to the door and flung it open. She had every intention of shoving past him and getting the hell away. Joss would still be in the car so if she ran fast enough she’d get there before Byron.
Byron was ready for her.
Maya tried to run past him, but he slammed his palm into her chest. She stumbled backward, her hip hitting the basin with a solid thwack. Her body ached but her gaze remained on Byron. He kept his head down, looking at her out of the top of his eyes. Like a bull, readying himself to charge straight at her. She expected smoke to rise from his nose soon.
Byron closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. His hand spread around her neck before Maya could move. Before she could think. Even before she realized there was nowhere to go. He lifted her by the throat, her feet dangling at least a foot off the floor. He was so strong, so frighteningly strong. His fingers dug deep.
“You’re crazy. What could possibly be worse than spontaneous combustion?” she asked, shaking her head.
“Nope, not crazy. I just know what I saw.”
“Which was?” she questioned him but it was almost a challenge. As if she dared him to make up some ridiculously unbelievable story.
“It was you. You killed him.”
The sand beside her shifted, and someone dumped themselves beside her. She didn’t look. Knew before he sat down it was him. He had a unique scent. Some exotic, spicy fragrance he wore. No doubt he knew it drove the girls crazy.
“Knowledge?” Maya glared at him. “What do I need to know other than the fact that I can roast a person with my hands?”
“Yes, knowledge.” Nik’s face darkened. “Tell me, how much do you know about Rakshasas?”
“I can kill them and they stink.”
Those were SEVERAL! Very generous, and thank you!
I like to put a bit of a personal touch into my blogs. Let’s find out more about the author, shall we?
AUTHOR BIO: I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognise that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practise given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each other’s loves – it works wonderfully… My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain cross-eyed.
Beautiful sentiments! And where can we connect with you for updates on what you’re doing?