Author: Gina Whitney
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Synopsis:
College
senior Grace is half witch, half mortal, and one of the most powerful
supernatural beings in existence. Problem is she doesn’t know any of
this yet.
But she’s about to find out—and fast. Her powers are awakening, and Grace is in danger as her transformation reignites an ages-old war between her clan and an evil rival witch faction that will stop at nothing to see Grace dead so their leader, the vicious, ruthless Catherine, can harness Grace’s incredible powers for her own dark purposes.
It’s up to Grace’s immortal Aunt Evelyn and her best friend Julie—a shape shifter from a long line of Native American mystics—to defend her. She also has James on her side, a witch from the Bolingbroke clan that has vowed since Grace’s birth to keep her safe. From the moment they meet, the two share a fierce supernatural attraction—a white-hot heat that neither can resist. Will their undying love protect her or put her in greater danger? Only time will tell, and time for Grace is running out.
But she’s about to find out—and fast. Her powers are awakening, and Grace is in danger as her transformation reignites an ages-old war between her clan and an evil rival witch faction that will stop at nothing to see Grace dead so their leader, the vicious, ruthless Catherine, can harness Grace’s incredible powers for her own dark purposes.
It’s up to Grace’s immortal Aunt Evelyn and her best friend Julie—a shape shifter from a long line of Native American mystics—to defend her. She also has James on her side, a witch from the Bolingbroke clan that has vowed since Grace’s birth to keep her safe. From the moment they meet, the two share a fierce supernatural attraction—a white-hot heat that neither can resist. Will their undying love protect her or put her in greater danger? Only time will tell, and time for Grace is running out.
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Gina
Whitney grew up reading Judy Blume, and Nancy Drew books. She was
raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New York(Long Island)and
attended community college for fashion design. At 19 she opened a
boutique. She recently published her first paranormal romance novel
Blood Ties. When she's not writing, she's hanging with family and
friends. She shares a home with her wonderful son’s PJ and Drew, and
their 200lb Mastiff Hercules. She currently lives in Massapequa, New
York. Reading has always been a passion and obsession. You can usually
find her typing furiously while shouting obscenities over her latest
work. She also enjoys a good laugh, being snarky, espresso, and above
all steamy swooning angst filled novels. She's pathologically obsessed
with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, Borgias, Vampire Diaries and
Originals. You can also find her chatting it up with readers on
Facebook.
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“Don’t
you have any feelings for me?” he asked, sounding sincere. His head was
tilted down, his eyes looking up. He was coming to the painful
understanding that I really did want his brother instead.
“No, I don’t have any feelings for you. Sorry.”
With
those words I delivered a fatal wound to Adrian’s heart. It killed him
to be rejected by the only woman he’d ever cared for. His emotions took a
sharp turn, going from raw pain to unbridled fury. He pushed me
backward with such force that I flew about fifteen feet.
“I
have done nothing but love you since the day I met you. And you—you
bitch—strung me along like a puppet. You are not getting away with
that.”
Adrian pounced
on me. He was heavier than his thin body suggested, and he weighed me
down. He was turning into that monster I’d seen at the killing ritual.
His nails started to claw up as he ripped my shirt apart, and left deep
cuts. He kissed my chest savagely and covered my mouth so I couldn’t
scream. My fangs came down, and I fought to open my lips so I could bite
him. I tried to use telekinesis to get him off me, but my terrified
state blocked it.
“I’m
taking what’s due me,” he said with a little froth in the corner of his
mouth. He ripped the zipper out of my pants as if it were made of
papier-mâché. He moved his sweaty hand away from my mouth. I bit wildly
at the air, hoping to land my teeth in his flesh.
During
the wrestling match, I was able to slam Adrian in the nuts. He rolled
off me, clutching himself. I staggered to my feet and booked it to the
house. Meanwhile, Adrian fought through his pain, ran me down, and
tackled me. I landed on my stomach with him on my back, a puff of dirt
rising around us. He straddled me, his knees digging into the backs of
my spread thighs. I thought they were going to break. When Adrian got
full control over me, he got between my legs and started pulling my
pants down. Then I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling.
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