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Friday, September 28, 2012

Welcome to guest author Tara Wood

Welcome to Tara Wood

Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.

Tara's featured book today is  The Shade


Cillian is a Shade, a man who walks among the world of Other Realm, spreading the seeds of discord and chaos into the Dreams of mortals as punishment for a life ill-lived. As he casts the sands of Nightmares into Everly Whitcombe’s dreams, he finds himself taken with the haunted beauty. He defies his vocation by visiting her Dreams more often than he should and trying to comfort when he should destroy. As he commits his transgressions, he puts them both in danger. Can he find a way for them to be together, or are they destined to only meet in Dreams?

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Excerpt:
 
“You opened the Door, Shade,” The Sandman rasped. “Close it at your own peril. You know what happens to those who turn their backs on opportunity.”

Cillian’s eyes narrowed like daggers. “Opportunity? I’d rather be dead, because this sure as shit isn’t living.”

“That can be arranged. And I doubt you would find Death to be a gentler master than I.” The Sandman paused, a smile working its way across his thin, dusty skin. “Not to mention, if you are truly dead, you can never go back. The Other Realm will be closed to you. Forever.”

Cillian gave a derisive snort. “Go back? That’s a lie you’ve served me for centuries. A beautiful lure to which I am no longer attracted. Wave it somewhere else and see what you pluck from the mire.”

“It is no lie. Perhaps you were not worthy before. You have served well. It may be time to revisit your arrangement.”

“Spare me your pretty lies. You and I both know I’m damned here. Hell has nothing on Oblivion,” Cillian laughed coldly. “Just give me the fucking jar.”

The Sandman’s hand reached out, a whispery cloud of dust rising into the air as it moved, and placed the small silver jar into his palm. “Take it, Shade. Go and fulfill your obligations. You have a debt to me.” The Sandman’s eyes were hard as he smiled.

Cillian turned his back, shoving the jar in his pocket. He flipped the hood over his head and called out over his shoulder as he broached the threshold of the Other Realm, “I am beholden to no one. Not even you.”

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Buy  The Shade at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Shade-ebook/dp/B0092Q0UJY/ref=la_B007PK4W1Q

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