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Today on my blog I have the Revelation of Blood tour. On my stop there is a spotlight, excerpt, and giveaway.
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J. L. McCoy resides in the beautifully weird
city of Austin, Texas with her opinionated Pekiweenie Isabel and handsome
husband Kenny. She has always been a
passionate reader and enjoys watching movies, traveling, listening to heavy
metal/classic rock/80s music, getting mani/pedis with her girls, and singing
karaoke. She loves body art and is
hopelessly addicted to Sonic’s ice and Route 44 un-sweet raspberry iced
tea.
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After nearly dying in the battle with the monster Amun,
newborn vampire Skye Morrison is more than ready to begin a peaceful life with
mate Archer Rhys and their family.
Burdened with guilt by her unresolved relationship with
Jameson, Skye tries desperately to mend what was broken and regain their
friendship while in Boston for her Sacred Vow Ceremony. A man from Skye's past
comes forward and, as the missing pieces are revealed, will she finally feel
complete or is she being set up for more heartbreak?
With Skye consumed by the changes in her personal life, a
surprising new enemy emerges to take control . Will the unlikely union of her
vampire family and werewolf friends be enough to defeat this new threat?
Excerpt:
Jameson flawlessly finished the song and flipped his guitar
around on its strap so that it rested against his back before hopping down and
hugging Archer tightly, patting his back a few times. Jameson accepted the whiskey from his
brother, then reached over by his stool and picked up a half empty bottle of
his own favorite brand before draining the shot and refilling his and Archer’s
glasses.
They talked for a minute and I was about to turn around when
a tell-tale frown appeared on Jameson’s face.
I knew right then that the conversation had turned to me. Jameson’s head snapped up and he scanned the
crowd, looking for me.
I was so terrified of him seeing me and wanted to turn tail
and run, but my feet were cemented in place.
Fear is a total bitch sometimes.
Jameson’s eyes passed over me and I breathed a sigh of relief. To my horror, they snapped right back to me
and zeroed in. Like they were all
suddenly conspiring against me, the crowd around me picked that moment to
shift, leaving me fully exposed to him.
His eyes swept slowly down my body and back up again, taking their time
on the trip. I wrapped my arms
protectively around my bare stomach and waited for the condemnation I was sure
to see in his eyes. To my immense amazement
and shock, it never came.
He stared at me for a while longer then looked back to
Archer and never glanced my way again. I
didn’t know whether to be relieved or hurt.
I settled on a mix of the two and tossed back my shot before chasing it
with the entire can of PBR.
I politely elbowed my way to the bar and ordered up another
double whiskey while Archer and Jameson visited. The bartender must have sensed my inner
turmoil because he slid me another PBR on the house and told me to cheer
up. I nodded my head, thanking him, and
tossed back the double before shooting the beer. A minute later, my head started to feel fuzzy
and I knew I had a buzz. Sadly, being a
vampire made it hard to catch an actual buzz and even harder to keep it for
very long. Either way I was happy
because my nerves were starting to finally calm down.
A hand rubbed my back and I glanced up to see Archer behind
me. “You doing okay?” he asked, concern
heavy in his voice.
“I’m buzzed,” I smiled as I signaled for another round for Archer
and me.
“I bet,” Archer smiled and leaned down to capture my
mouth. “You taste like Pabst,” he
grimaced.
“Give me two seconds and I won’t,” I giggled as I held up
three fingers.
The bartender set our order in front of me and I downed the
shot and leaned back into Archer’s side.
“What about now?” I asked, puckering up.
Archer chuckled and pulled me off the barstool. “Mmm. Whiskey. Much better, baby,” he purred,
pulling back from the kiss. “Grab your
beer. Jameson is going to play one more
song before the band comes out.”
I wanted to dig my heels in and refuse to go, but some sick
part inside of me was obviously a glutton for punishment. Archer and I joined a small group that had
amassed in front of the stage. Jameson
took a final swig from his bottle before he cleared his throat and began the
next song.
I didn’t recognize the tune at first and smiled up at Archer
in relief. Maybe he’s done torturing me,
I silently hoped. I started to relax and
enjoy the performance, but was suddenly slapped in the face by the
verbiage. Looking back, it had to have
been the alcohol that caused me to not pay close enough attention to the
opening. Jameson was singing ‘Rest in
Pieces’ by Saliva and his eyes were only for me.
My breathing increased as I listened to the song
slack-jawed. The look in his eyes,
coupled with the lyrics ‘Would you find it in your heart to make this go away
and let me rest in pieces’ made tears spring to my eyes and quickly fall down
my face.
Archer noticed Jameson singing to me and when his eyes met
my face, he saw what the song was doing to me.
No amount of alcohol could have prepared me for what I was facing
tonight. I was standing in the middle of
my own personal hell and I had an audience of hundreds present for my
humiliation and shame.
Archer came to stand in front of me, blocking me from
Jameson’s view, as he put his hands on my shoulders. “Skye,” he whispered, his face full of
sympathy. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to believe those songs were
about you.” He wiped the heavy tears
from my face with his thumbs as he cupped my cheeks. “We’ll go, okay? We don’t have to stay. I’ll have a word with Jameson later tonight.”
“No,” I shook my head, suddenly angry. “Don’t you dare. He has a right to his anger, to his
hurt. He has a right to tell me how he
feels. I deserve this, Archer. I broke his heart; I devastated him by
falling in love with you. If this is what
he needs to move on then I’ll gladly stand here all night and take everything
he gives me. I want my friend back,
Archer. Maybe this is the only way he
knows how to heal, who knows; who are we to say? But, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to deny him his voice.”
Archer frowned at me, a look of indecision playing on his features,
as I moved him to the side and was brought back into Jameson’s view. His eyes bored into mine as Archer wrapped
one protective arm around my back. I was
suddenly a lot braver than I had been when he sang his first song. I let him see the full weight of my remorse
in my eyes as he sang to me. I told him
without words how sorry I was that I wasn’t the woman he thought me to be;
sorry that I wasn’t the strong woman he thought he fell in love with. I conveyed the full weight of my heart during
those three minutes and prayed he understood what I was trying to say.
After the song ended, the crowd whooped and cheered as the
rest of the band appeared. Jameson took
one last long look at me before he got up and started his show like nothing was
amiss. The next two hours passed
relatively without incident and I finally let loose and began having fun. I loved to watch Jameson perform; I always
had. Pride for my brother, for my
friend, was shining brightly from within me.
Archer and I danced to almost every song The Manky Langer
played and we were really enjoying ourselves.
Seeing my Archer let loose and have fun was always such a big turn on
for me. I remembered the first time we’d
danced at The Mausoleum and how surprised I was that this seemingly straight-laced
businessman was a closet Goth/Industrialist.
Looking back, that night took place only a couple of months ago and I
was shocked at how much had happened in my life in such a short period of time.
The rhythm of my favorite song, Knackered Jacks, began to
sound on the Bodhrán drums and I squealed like a teenager and turned to
Archer. As we began to twirl and dance,
Jameson invited some of the crowd up on stage to celebrate the closing song. Girls flocked to the front and Archer lifted
me out of the way so that I wouldn’t get hit in the rush to be near
Jameson. When the stage was as full as
it could get, the push on the crowd lessened and he set me back down.
We laughed and resumed dancing by the stage. Archer skillfully twirled and maneuvered my
body with a skill that made my panties moist.
He knew my body like the back of his hand and knew just how to work
me. As the song started to end, Archer
lifted me once more and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“God, I fucking love you,” he smiled happily as he rested
his forehead against mine.
Breathing hard from the excitement, I kissed him intensely;
our tongues sliding together in a hungry dance as we groped each other with our
hands. Time stood still in that moment
as we lost ourselves to one another.
Nothing mattered except me and him and the profound love we felt for
each other.
The cheering became deafening and to my genuine surprise,
the band queued up one last song. The
riffs of Jameson’s electric guitar vibrated and the crowd began cheering even
louder. It took me a second to realize
what song they were playing.
Puddle of Mudd’s ‘She Hates Me’ hit me like a Mac truck and
I turned wide eyes to stare up at Jameson.
He was now standing in front of me on stage, surrounded by beautiful girls,
as he sang the song directly to me.
I felt my legs sliding down Archer’s hips as he sat me down
again. “We are definitely going to have
a talk when we get home tonight,” he growled protectively as he stared daggers
at Jameson.
Jameson ignored him and everyone else in the room as if they
didn’t exist. He sang the lyrics to me
with a satisfied smirk on his face and that really pissed me off. It felt like we were beating a dead horse at
this point; me being the horse and Jameson the stick. I got what he was trying to tell me during
‘My Immortal’ and ‘Rest In Pieces’. But
this song was just meant to hurt me. I
didn’t need a cherry topper for my humiliation sundae. It was already fully loaded; he’d seen to
that.
I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowed my eyes, and gave
him back everything he was giving me. I
sang along to the song loudly and changed all the ‘She’s’ to ‘He’s’ as we
stared daggers at each other. This song worked
perfectly for the both of us, it seemed.
I felt Archer glance back and forth between Jameson and me
as he stood off to my side. Jameson
leaned down so that he was singing the song in my face. I stood on tip toes to sing back in his. Screw being polite. If this was how he wanted to play it,
fine. I’d apologized from the deepest
reaches of my soul; I’d told him eighty different ways how completely sorry I
was. Singing ‘she fucking hates me’ in
my face was a hard slap to it. I didn’t
hate him but I was growing tired of the grudge so I didn’t feel bad as I sang
the song back to him. After all, I was
starting to develop one of my own.
Archer threw his hands up exasperatedly and a few seconds
later the song ended. Jameson thanked
the crowd, grabbed the nearest girl’s hand and exited the stage with his arm
around her shoulders. He made sure to
wink at me before he disappeared stage right.
“Asshole,” I huffed as I shook my head and turned back to
Archer.
He did not look pleased with our earlier display. He pinched the bridge of his nose, shook his
head, and then folded his arms over his chest.
“This shit between you two will be worked out tonight,” he growled. “I’m not allowing this to go on for a minute
longer. Both of you are my children and
I love you with all my heart, but this shit stops now.”
I sighed, properly chastised, and glanced down at my
hands. “Sorry. I’ll go talk to him.”
“You do that,” he frowned.
“Then tell Jameson to meet us at Les Oubliette when he’s finished. I’m going to go get the car. I’ll meet you outside in ten.” He gave me a
quick peck on the lips and then disappeared into the crowd.
Damn. Archer was
pretty angry at us and I didn’t like it one bit. I had to fix this…STAT.
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Thank you for stopping my blog today. I would also like to say Thank You to RBTL for letting me participate in this tour. Don't forget to enter the giveaway below.
~Sabrina
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