We're hosting a book blitz for Prince Poison by Klarissa King, a new adult dark fantasy and the first book in the Gods and Monsters series. This book blitz is organized by Xpresso Book Tours. Please read on to learn more about the book, read an excerpt and enter the giveaway!
ABOUT THE BOOK!
Series: Gods and Monsters #1
Author: Klarissa King
Genre: New Adult, Dark, Fantasy
Release Date: October 1, 2019
“I can tear your throat out right here,” he said, his voice a hushed whisper of threats and spilled blood. “I could kill you a thousand different ways where you sit.”
The nail cut deeper. Blood beaded, then spilled down my front, over my breasts. I choked on a whimper.
“Now tell me everything.”
Few knew Valissa’s secret but it already carried a death toll. One.
If the Gods ever discovered what she was, they would capture and flay her alive.
But in the land of Gods and Monsters, no secret stays hidden for long.
Lissa—drunk on the high of a midnight party that’s rife with mysterious pirates—gets too close to one of the pirates, who turns out to have secrets of his own.
Jasper is no pirate. He is a servent of the Gods. And the moment she touches him, she steals his power.
He kidnaps Lissa, and he’s taking her to one of the most brutal Gods in all the lands … He’s taking her to Prince Poison.
Prince Poison’s mere touch kills and his cruelty is said to stretch beyond even the darkest pits of Lissa’s soul. But when she’s standing in front of this fearsome God, ready to face her gruesome fate, the Prince might see more in her than she ever thought possible.
What could possibly be worse than dying at the hands of an evil God?
Becoming his obsession…
Gods and Monsters will be six books that are novella-length.
READ AN EXCERPT!
Ava was kissing him—the pirate I’d spent all night wooing.
I saw red.
“He’s mine,” I gritted out.
She was too slow to hear me, so I stomped forward and snatched both of their arms in a vice-like grip, ready to wrench them apart—
It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have touched them—especially not him.
I cried out in surprise.
Ava choked on a scream and stumbled back from the pirate.
But Jasper was no pirate…
His skin was suddenly glowing. Then the glow faltered before it slipped into me.
Stunned, I watched his glow wriggle its way up my bare arm, along my collarbone, then rush down the other arm, where it sank into Ava’s skin.
I stole Jasper’s glow, his essence—his power.
With my touch, I’d dragged his power out from his skin and channelled it through my own body into Ava’s.
Mortiz was right. I should have stayed home. Stayed alive.
“Aniel,” whispered Ava, her disbelieving eyes fixed on Jasper.
He looked just as shocked as we did.
But I had no choice other than to snap the hell out of it and get as far away from him as possible.
This was what my mother died to protect me from—
No one can know what I am. A thief of power. No one can know—especially not an aniel, the child of a God.
I snatched Ava’s wrist harder than before. Her bones creaked under my grip.
“Run!”
I saw red.
“He’s mine,” I gritted out.
She was too slow to hear me, so I stomped forward and snatched both of their arms in a vice-like grip, ready to wrench them apart—
It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have touched them—especially not him.
I cried out in surprise.
Ava choked on a scream and stumbled back from the pirate.
But Jasper was no pirate…
His skin was suddenly glowing. Then the glow faltered before it slipped into me.
Stunned, I watched his glow wriggle its way up my bare arm, along my collarbone, then rush down the other arm, where it sank into Ava’s skin.
I stole Jasper’s glow, his essence—his power.
With my touch, I’d dragged his power out from his skin and channelled it through my own body into Ava’s.
Mortiz was right. I should have stayed home. Stayed alive.
“Aniel,” whispered Ava, her disbelieving eyes fixed on Jasper.
He looked just as shocked as we did.
But I had no choice other than to snap the hell out of it and get as far away from him as possible.
This was what my mother died to protect me from—
No one can know what I am. A thief of power. No one can know—especially not an aniel, the child of a God.
I snatched Ava’s wrist harder than before. Her bones creaked under my grip.
“Run!”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR!
Isla Jones
When not writing, Klarissa can be found in bed poring over a great new release, or reluctantly walking her demanding dogs who pretty much run the house.
She is the writer, Isla Jones. Isla uses the pen-name Klarissa for fantasy, while using Isla Jones for her darker, grittier horror works to help separate the styles and genres for her readers.
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