Welcome to our stop of the Frost and Flame by Gena Showalter Book Tour! We'll be sharing an excerpt from the book with you today! Frost and Flame is a paranormal romance novel and the second book in the Gods of War series. This book tour is organized by InkSlingerPR. Read an excerpt from the book and enter the giveaway! Please read on to learn more about the book!
ABOUT THE BOOK!
Series: Gods of War #2
Author: Gena Showalter
Genre: Paranormal, Romance
Release Date:
From Gena Showalter, the New York Times bestselling author of the Lords of the Underworld saga, comes Frost and Flame, the second book in the scorching paranormal romance series Gods of War.
Bane of Adwaeweth is the most feared immortal warrior in All War history. Possessed by a bloodthirsty beast, he will stop at nothing to win. Then he meets irresistible Nola Lee. He hates the power she wields over him, but she alone can rain vengeance upon his wife’s killer.
Unaware of her destiny to rule as queen of beasts, Nola battles illness, addiction and vulnerability. With Bane, however, she experiences pleasure for the first time, and only wants more. But being with him comes with a terrible price.
With enemies lurking around every corner, Bane and Nola must fight to survive. But time is running out, and neither can resist the sizzling attraction blazing between them. Will their romance save the beast and his beauty, or destroy everything they’ve come to love?
READ AN EXCERPT!
Nola clutched her stomach. Do not vomit. How had she appeared in this cave? And why did four dead bodies occupy the far corner? They were fresh kills, their blood only beginning to congeal.
She was a baker and a writer, yet these impossible things kept happening to her. No doubt a freak-out was imminent. But not here, and not now. Not if I hope to survive.
Though terrified, Nola stood to surprisingly steady legs, gliding to her feet with a grace she’d never before displayed. A low growl drew her gaze to the left. Bane!
He was awake, slumped over...and totally and completely naked. Blood and dirt smeared his bare skin while fury, pain and contempt blazed in those golden eyes. Mud clumped in his hair and crusted around the angry, oozing gash on his shoulder. Row after row of muscle cut his glorious chest, creating a bona fide eight-pack. Am I drooling? He had circular tattoos on his torso. A tree of life, a cluster of stars and an ocean wave.
Her cheeks heated as she skipped her gaze over his groin. His extra large groin.
Oh, hello. No way, no how his penis could be that big. Right? She supposed she needed to take another peek, just to be sure.
Back up her gaze went. Sweet goodness! Look at that thing. A Jumbotron galore, with—
No! Bad Nola!
Shivers cascaded along her spine, her blood warming. She fanned her cheeks and returned her gaze to his thighs, his knees. His legs stretched out in front of him and—
“Oh, Bane.” Her hand fluttered over her mouth. Only hours ago, he’d fought hulking warriors with unmatched skill and ferocity. Now, he was missing a foot. His leg ended in a bloody stump. “You poor baby,” she croaked, sympathy welling. The anguish he must be suffering. If she gave him the last pain pill in her pocket... He might have a bad reaction. Not human, remember?
Right. The pill might kill him. Never mind. The fact that she’d even considered sharing her last precious pill proved how much he meant to her, despite everything that had happened.
Despite his wounds, he eyed her up and down with slow, sexually charged precision, as if she were a virgin on an auction block and he planned to make the winning bid.
Breathless, she said, “Why do I feel so good when I’m with you? How did I get here?”
“You don’t know?”
“Do you?” Ticktock. “Never mind. There’s only one topic that interests me. My sister, Vale. A man named Knox has her. With your help, I can find her.”
Bane pursed his lips, an action born of anger. Even still, he just seemed sad and vulnerable, a sensation she knew well. An ember of kinship flourished. “Perhaps we can help each other,” he said.
She was a baker and a writer, yet these impossible things kept happening to her. No doubt a freak-out was imminent. But not here, and not now. Not if I hope to survive.
Though terrified, Nola stood to surprisingly steady legs, gliding to her feet with a grace she’d never before displayed. A low growl drew her gaze to the left. Bane!
He was awake, slumped over...and totally and completely naked. Blood and dirt smeared his bare skin while fury, pain and contempt blazed in those golden eyes. Mud clumped in his hair and crusted around the angry, oozing gash on his shoulder. Row after row of muscle cut his glorious chest, creating a bona fide eight-pack. Am I drooling? He had circular tattoos on his torso. A tree of life, a cluster of stars and an ocean wave.
Her cheeks heated as she skipped her gaze over his groin. His extra large groin.
Oh, hello. No way, no how his penis could be that big. Right? She supposed she needed to take another peek, just to be sure.
Back up her gaze went. Sweet goodness! Look at that thing. A Jumbotron galore, with—
No! Bad Nola!
Shivers cascaded along her spine, her blood warming. She fanned her cheeks and returned her gaze to his thighs, his knees. His legs stretched out in front of him and—
“Oh, Bane.” Her hand fluttered over her mouth. Only hours ago, he’d fought hulking warriors with unmatched skill and ferocity. Now, he was missing a foot. His leg ended in a bloody stump. “You poor baby,” she croaked, sympathy welling. The anguish he must be suffering. If she gave him the last pain pill in her pocket... He might have a bad reaction. Not human, remember?
Right. The pill might kill him. Never mind. The fact that she’d even considered sharing her last precious pill proved how much he meant to her, despite everything that had happened.
Despite his wounds, he eyed her up and down with slow, sexually charged precision, as if she were a virgin on an auction block and he planned to make the winning bid.
Breathless, she said, “Why do I feel so good when I’m with you? How did I get here?”
“You don’t know?”
“Do you?” Ticktock. “Never mind. There’s only one topic that interests me. My sister, Vale. A man named Knox has her. With your help, I can find her.”
Bane pursed his lips, an action born of anger. Even still, he just seemed sad and vulnerable, a sensation she knew well. An ember of kinship flourished. “Perhaps we can help each other,” he said.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR!
Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of over fifty books, including the acclaimed Lords of the Underworld and Angels of the Dark series, and the White Rabbit Chronicles. She writes sizzling paranormal romance, heartwarming contemporary romance, and unputdownable young adult novels, and lives in Oklahoma City with her family and menagerie of dogs.
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I've never read any Gena Showalter. Fingers crossed to win. I saw this post in the Friday, Sep. 20, 2019 edition of The BookTube Your Shelf Daily Reader.
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