Saturday, July 21, 2012

Welcome back Britt Bury with her book The Darkest Day; now available to buy

Britt Bury writes paranormal romance where the immortals are fierce, the stakes are high, and desire can be deadly.
Britt was raised in Corvallis, Oregon and attended Oregon State University majoring in Liberal Studies. When her dream of being a professional karaoke star and Elvis impersonator didn’t pan out, she turned to writing. She currently lives in the Silicon Valley with her brilliant husband, two sons and an obscene amount of fish. 

Izel Campbell was raised to believe she is an immortal Fionn with the magical skills of persuasion. But when she travels to Scotland to visit her ancestral home, Izel discovers that she is actually the world’s last living human. Forced to run for her life, Izel crosses paths with Kelvin Kerr, the Campbells’ greatest foe—and the most magnificent warrior she has ever seen.

A thousand-year-old battle chief of the Kerr clan, Kelvin lives only to avenge his father, who died at the hands of the bloody Campbells. Honor demands he kill the Campbell heir, but when he learns that the lovely Izel is both Campbell and human, Kelvin is torn between duty and desire . . . 


Excerpt from The Darkest Day

“Aht, aht, ah Pookah,” the creature asked while wagging his finger. Izel gasped when the sickly palm on her throat squeezed. Kelvin saw red.
The Alp’s yellow flesh was littered with rot and open sores. His eyes and fangs were black, and oozed a foul smelling bile. Kelvin was grateful Izel couldn’t see the grotesque creature at her back. He kept his eyes locked on the Alp’s hands. One flick of his wrist, and the creature could snap Izel’s neck.
Kelvin tensed, his muscles flexed, hand gripping his dagger.
“I know what you’re thinking Pookah, and I’d advise against it,” it hissed, keeping its hideous eyes on Kelvin. “Mmm, I haven’t scented a human this pure in ages.” The Alp bent its head, running its vile tongue up Izel’s neck. Kelvin heard her bite back a cry of horror before her body noticeably began trembling.  
“Let her go, beast,” he warned, “and I promise I will make your death quick.”
The Alp smiled, tar dripping from its fangs. “You call me beast?” Titling its neck, the creature ran its nose along Izel’s cheekbone. “Do you know what kind of company you keep mortal? That,” it lifted his chin at Kelvin, “is a beast.” It inhaled deeply. “The last being I devoured had fifty percent mortal blood. A rare find you know?” It nuzzled her ear. “But you sweetling, I’d wager that you are full human, are you not?”
Kelvin looked into her beautiful eyes. They were glossed over with tears, and the sight of her terror cut his heart in half. An odd feeling came over him. An emotion he’d never experienced in his long, long life. Fear. Not of the Alp as a foe, but of what the Alp currently threatened.
Protect her.

The Darkest Day scavenger hunt, 
Here is the question for this post from Britt.
Scavenger Hunt Question: Who is Britt’s editor? 

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