{"id":273,"date":"2018-07-08T15:25:48","date_gmt":"2018-07-08T22:25:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=273"},"modified":"2018-07-08T15:27:14","modified_gmt":"2018-07-08T22:27:14","slug":"cover-reveal-violet-souls","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2018\/07\/08\/cover-reveal-violet-souls\/","title":{"rendered":"Cover Reveal: Violet Souls"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nomad Authors is happy to be among the first to reveal the cover for Abbey MacMunn’s new book, Violet Souls<\/em>. And the cover is a stunner! Find out about the book and Abbey, and read a couple of excerpts below.<\/p>\n

\"Available<\/p>\n

Violet Souls<\/strong><\/em>
\nThe Evoxian Legacies
\nBook 1<\/p>\n

Release date: 5th<\/sup> September 2018
\nGenre: Fantasy Romance
\nPublisher: Tirgearr Publishing
\nARCs available: epub, mobi, PDF
\nWord count: 78,000
\nNumber of pages: 232 (approx.)<\/p>\n

While searching for clues to her past, shy single mum, Bree Mills discovers a subculture of aliens with supernatural abilities living on Earth.<\/p>\n

And she\u2019s one of them.<\/p>\n

Finding herself hurled into a world of possibilities, it\u2019s made more alluring by Quinn Taylor, the\u00a0violet-eyed Evoxian from her childhood dreams.<\/p>\n

324-year-old\u00a0Quinn knows his destiny is entwined with Bree\u2019s,\u00a0but before he can confess his love, he must wait for her to sense the Akui, a mysterious force tied with ancient Evoxian law.<\/p>\n

At a Cotswolds country manor, passions awaken and ignite a love more magical than the once-Utopian planet, Evox. Then Fate delivers a cruel and heart-breaking blow when Bree is kidnapped by a malicious alien who wants her and her power.<\/p>\n

Will Quinn still love her when she\u2019s faced with protecting her half-human daughter\u2026 whatever the cost?<\/p>\n

Buy Links: (pre-order available now)
\n<\/strong>Amazon US<\/a>
\nAmazon UK<\/a>
\nSmashwords<\/a>
\nApple<\/a>
\nKobo<\/a>
\nNook<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Violet<\/p>\n

Excerpt 1:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Brianna Mills grasped the curious pendant around her neck. Like before, when she\u2019d first touched it, the violet jewel warmed, and her peripheral vision shrank back.<\/p>\n

Her steps faltered. With somehow more focused vision, she watched the man coming towards her along the tree-lined track.<\/p>\n

Jasper stopped rummaging in the undergrowth, sniffed the air, and wagged his tail. But despite her dog\u2019s interest, she sensed something\u2026odd.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t just the disconcerting vision or the static electricity surrounding her. Or even the disappointment as she pondered over the outcome of her adoption meeting earlier. No, this was something else, something tangible. Electromagnetic energy rolled over her skin, made her scalp tingle. A strange, coppery scent circulated in the cool spring air.<\/p>\n

Blood pulsated in her ears, muffling the sound of birds chirping in the trees. She came to a standstill, all five senses fizzing with an unseen force, her heartbeat pounding like tribal drums.<\/p>\n

Still six metres ahead, the guy looked tall, well-built with broad shoulders, and casually dressed in a faded brown leather jacket and dark blue jeans, worn at the knees. Overlong blond hair rested on his shoulders, and messy waves fell either side of a tanned, ruggedly handsome face.<\/p>\n

Drop. Dead. Bloody. Gorgeous.<\/em><\/p>\n

A tiny spark ignited somewhere within and she forgot how to breathe.<\/p>\n

Bree recognised him. But he wasn\u2019t anyone she\u2019d ever met before, not while she was awake. No, this was someone whom she used to dream of when she was a child.<\/p>\n

It didn\u2019t make sense. How could she have dreamt about him, what, fifteen or so years ago?<\/p>\n

The spark became a small flame, breathing its warmth on parts of her that she\u2019d forgotten existed. Her cheeks heated. She had so little experience with men. No wonder she\u2019d fallen for the first guy to show her any interest and been na\u00efve enough to get herself pregnant.<\/p>\n

Jasper barked, which made her jump, and then raced towards the guy, wagging his tail and leaping around excitedly, greeting him like some long-lost friend.<\/p>\n

\u201cJasper! Get back here. Right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Trying to focus through the tunnel vision, she willed her feet to walk the remaining distance to retrieve her dog.<\/p>\n

Get a grip, Bree, get a grip.<\/em><\/p>\n

Keeping her head down, she wished she hadn\u2019t tied her hair in a loose bun, so she could have hidden her embarrassment behind the long tresses.<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry. Jasper doesn\u2019t normally like strangers.\u201d She gulped. Her words were breathless and pathetic, and she cursed under her breath. Is he a stranger though? With shaky hands and distorted vision, she grabbed her Labrador and fumbled with the lead, desperate to get the damn thing to clip on to Jasper\u2019s collar.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you wearing blue contact lenses?\u201d he asked in a deep, hypnotic, and strangely familiar voice.<\/p>\n

Bree blinked rapidly and her vision returned to normal. \u201cWhat\u2026? No.\u201d She wouldn\u2019t look at him, preferring to give her attention to Jasper\u2019s lead, now gripped so tightly her knuckles had turned white.<\/p>\n

She could almost feel the guy\u2019s stare burning the top of her head. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she backed away\u2014until she noticed his dog.<\/p>\n

Similar to a pure white Alsatian, but she\u2019d never seen one as massive or as muscular. It stared at her too, with weird violet eyes.<\/p>\n

Violet eyes like hers.<\/p>\n

\"Violet<\/p>\n

Excerpt 2:<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cI know it must seem impossible to believe, but please give me a chance to explain.\u201d Quinn\u2019s amethyst gaze never left hers. \u201cHaven\u2019t you always felt different to everyone else? Did you ever wonder why your eyes are an unusual colour?\u201d<\/p>\n

Bree blinked like a stupid airhead.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know you sensed the connection to your talisman; surely you can\u2019t deny that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Something tugged inside. Despite her fear, her confusion, and the craziness of what he\u2019d told her, she controlled the impulse to run.<\/p>\n

She could answer yes to every question, hell yes, but it didn\u2019t mean she came from another planet\u2026did it?<\/p>\n

Her head spun. Erratic thoughts swirled like dust motes caught in a breeze. She was a single mum, slightly odd maybe, but living an ordinary, uneventful life, or at least trying to. How could this be happening? Beads of sweat dampened her brow, her neck. Could it be true?<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me show you something, then you can decide. Would you give me your talisman, please?\u201d<\/p>\n

With no idea why, Bree took off the pendant and handed it to him, flicking her tongue across lips that were drier than the Sahara.<\/p>\n

He tilted his head in the direction of the small table. \u201cSit down and I\u2019ll prove it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

With her legs buckling at the knees, she had no choice but to do as he asked.<\/p>\n

Quinn closed the curtains, blocking the bright shaft of sunlight, then sat in the seat opposite. His intoxicating scent, sandalwood, soap and the faintest whiff of zesty orange shampoo filled her senses, made her insides fizz with anticipation. \u201cHold both hands out, please, palms upwards on the table.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bree wiped her clammy palms on her jeans. Yep, I\u2019m the crazy one here.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, try to relax.\u201d<\/p>\n

Un-bloody-believable. How the hell was she supposed to relax? Not to mention the touch of his hot, dry hand was playing havoc with her pulse rate.<\/p>\n

\"AbbeyAbout Abbey MacMunn:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Abbey MacMunn writes paranormal and fantasy romance. She lives in Hampshire, UK, with her husband and their four children.<\/p>\n

When she\u2019s not writing, she likes to watch films and TV shows \u2013 anything from rom-coms to superheroes to science fiction movies.<\/p>\n

She is a proud member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.<\/p>\n

Website<\/a>
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\nTirgearr Publishing<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Nomad Authors is happy to be among the first to reveal the cover for Abbey MacMunn’s new book, Violet Souls. And the cover is a stunner! Find out about the book and Abbey, and read a couple of excerpts below. Violet Souls The Evoxian Legacies Book 1 Release date: 5th September 2018 Genre: Fantasy Romance … Continue reading “Cover Reveal: Violet Souls”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[80,83,79,82,84,81],"class_list":["post-273","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-abbey","tag-fantasy-romance","tag-macmunn","tag-paranormal-romance","tag-tirgearr","tag-violet-souls"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p9wA33-4p","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=273"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":287,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273\/revisions\/287"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=273"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=273"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=273"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}